The beauty of this city is that even when you’re alone you can’t really be lonely. Under the skin I felt I felt alone with myself. Bryan makes me feel not alone… the flower grew too big for her pot and transplanted herself to the city and grew more beautiful with each inhale of the creative yet polluted air.

a nobody to most trying to be a somebody for myself.

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