Now, I'm sitting at a coffee shop in a city that raised me. The streets and some of the buildings remained familiar, even if a lot of changes have been made. The Bol- anon accent of the people I overhear resonates the sound of home, yet I am here. Alone.
And no matter how much I try to pretend that I am in the place where I should feel happy the most, the emotion I have now, is the opposite.
Update: I don't feel this way anymore. :)
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