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Floating down the street, coddled by the roll of Spanish tongues, I have never felt more alive than feeling *** burn my stomach Blood flowing, giddy The mountains, my North Star, peek over the crumbling buildings and yearning to break through the clouds Quiet noise rumbles Even the air tastes different here My Spanish is broken but my heart is whole My mind has stopped wandering and my hands stopped searching I am so alone in the most lovely way - surrounded by millions of people and miles away from those who hold my heart I am defined by who I am in this moment No grades, or tears or memories have followed me here Finally, my joy is independent Exclusively made by my own beating heart to be shared with the world
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
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Floating down the street, coddled by the roll of Spanish tongues, I have never felt more alive than feeling *** burn my stomach Blood flowing, giddy The mountains, my North Star, peek over the crumbling buildings and yearning to break through the clouds Quiet noise rumbles Even the air tastes different here My Spanish is broken but my heart is whole My mind has stopped wandering and my hands stopped searching I am so alone in the most lovely way - surrounded by millions of people and miles away from those who hold my heart I am defined by who I am in this moment No grades, or tears or memories have followed me here Finally, my joy is independent Exclusively made by my own beating heart to be shared with the world
elle-nell
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
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