July 2009
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This City
This city
Is ever changing
but still I walk in circles in circles in
This City
Is the only home I’ve ever known an I wonder if you can outgrow something as big as
This City
It holds all my memories in it’s steel foundations and dirty pavement -the ones that are left at least ‘cause
This City
Eats itself alive
This City
Makes me lonely with a thousand people all around
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Little Memories
I was born in this city.
On 60 something street and York ave.
We moved a lot.
I used to beg my parents to live in a house, like on television.
My parents always said a house was too much work, and too much money.
They were trying to get away from their childhoods. Their Long Island upbringings. The TV was always on while we ate because it was something they weren’t allowed.
I went to 10th...
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"But I am learning not to be..."
I’ve been a fool. It’s mostly my fault, but partially not. I am also a victim. I am gullible. I am learning not to be. I used to take attention and eat it up. I got too much from the wrong places and became fat with gross qualities. And you still told me I was beautiful. I was shitty to you. There is no classy way to say it. I took a beautiful and fragile thing - the best thing I have...