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Aug 2018
I miss the walls of a city
that used to bother me
I miss the way people
would made you feel
I miss how much
love was found in unusual places
I miss seeing my father
everyday for a long period of time
I miss the lack of conscience
How everything seems weird at
first
For whatever reason
leaving what was once completely natural
was unbearable at first
but livable at last
Marie-Lyne
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Marie-Lyne  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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