I feel

A steely coolness, a bitterness that bites at old memories, the fondness of a family I can’t remember having, of long hours and long commutes and solemn reflections of my life amongst the people buzzing to and fro, of smog and sadness that chokes blue skies and real cries, and the horizon that calls me to stare deep into life where two halves meet, but the steely city sparkles, and my thoughts return home.

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