Wild Love
It is a city that never sleeps, the music, the greasy unhealthy food, the constant deafening noise, God, I love this place, I used to love this place, then why do I feel like this, why does it not feel like home.
All my life, I wanted a home, a home in some one, a home where I belonged, where I love and was loved, that is what I've always wanted, what I thought New York is to me, but here I am, on a sunny day, sitting on a Park bench and feeling so empty, so lost, so out of place.
God. I feel tears well up and I shove it down scooping icecream, I won't be the girl that cries on the street, I look to my left, and at the far end, there is a girl that's crying, looks like the position is taken.
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