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A year and a half.
I can say I couldn't wait to go there.
but that would be lying.
I know everyone there probably forgot about me now
just like I forgot about them.
But i returned to the tortorous hear of the city,
saw the grey there,
and thought "Maybe it won't be so bad"
Funny, how it's the dullness of the city
that made me think so.
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