the city

The city is dark at night. It’s past midnight and you’re on the streets, alone. Drunk men ask you questions but you don’t stop. You keep walking like you own this place. You feel like you do because you have spent your whole life here, in the streets who give you scare. This is your home. Then why do you feel so scared?

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