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  • Always looking out a window, what once was lost is now only wandering.

    This city brought out the darkest aspects of myself. The hopeless and broken creature that once was me. The twisted, paranoid freak that wrote suicidal journal entries and believed she was cursed. The control freak. The vain, prideful bitch. The slovenly, lazy fuck. The attention whore. The self-destructor. The nihilistic child with a taste for both physical and emotional pain.

    And yet, I still feel at home in this city. Even on the cruelest of days. I learned to make good things happen, instead of waiting for them. I learned to give even when it felt like everything was being taken from me. I learned to forgive, even if it felt impossibly hard. I could have given up and moved back to Southern Oregon. I did not, against all odds.

    Seven years later; I'm simmering beneath my skin, still inside of this metropolis. Learning to really love someone for who they are. Learning to let them love me back. Learning how little I really know about anything.

    The sun has sunk beneath the west hills. And now, I dream of some other place, that feels as familiar to me as this one. I can't name it....but the colors are brighter.
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