The peace that comes from the quiet nature,
Only beaten by the rush of cities,
The assurance that comes with the next day,
Being just as busy without a doubt.
The blinding streetlights make you feel so small,
Like you don’t matter as much as you think,
Can try to be whoever you want to,
Have the space to fall and get yourself up.
So many people call your home their home,
A feeling of being different but not,
A single thread connecting you to them,
Nothing more magical than a city…
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