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Aug 1, 2016 | 3:04 AM EDT
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A little poem that I wrote after living in the city for a few weeks after spending most of my life living in small towns. The people here are different than in a small town. Most of the people who shake my hand have soft handshakes that feel like butter in my hand. The prevailing attitude is one of cynicism, and an obviously false sense of acceptance and kindness. Everybody wants something, and in the city there are a lot of people who either want something else, or are willing to sell you what you want. Nobody, or at least the people i've met, wants to care about anyone else.

Although, i've met a few genuinely kind people, but there's exceptions to any rule. Honestly, I thought that I would be happy living in a city, that I would find people into the same stuff as me and be happy. I'm coming to the realization that I might never really fit in anywhere, that there's no one quite like me in a big city or a small town. Although, the city is easier to get around and find things to occupy my time, but it's all just distractions and unnecessary things. The noise is unbearable, and i'm having a hard time recording anything when there's so much noise all around me. Damn this city hum, I can't sleep at night until around 4 in the morning, then I can't concentrate in class and I miss information.

I'm genuinely thinking of getting a plush toy to sleep with in bed, it's weird but I miss having something beside me when I sleep.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this poem.


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