My body has hated me ever since.
July saw three weeks late.
August is almost over and again I'm almost three weeks late.
I've spent the past two months trying to get off that high.
That high I had, purely on life.
How do you go back to living a life so ordinary, when it wasn't that way for so long?
And how come, I've spent most of my adolescent and young adult years yearning to be anywhere but here. I love this city, this city is my home, but I can't quite get to that point of all right here. And I still have never figured out why this is the case.
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