by Missy E.
Dear New York:
My forever love affair. You are always on my mind. You are far from perfect, but you are everything - to me. Nothing is quite like you. Not everyone understands you, but it's fine, they don't have to. When someone is lucky enough to call you home, you offer a unique experience. It is the best place to grow, to fall in love, to fall out of love, to just be.
Why is it that when people visit you, they take keepsakes, as if memories to hold on to? It's because you're a diety. The irony of it all is that they see the city in street lights and billboards. But the truth is, you're grimey and dirty, filled with desire and filth, squandered by rats all over the streets. Homeless people and addicts are hidden around every corner to keep the facade alive. But if they really love you, they will accept all of you, not just the good. And trust me, good seeps through every twist and turn.
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