you're pretty overcrowded with your vermin.
your cost of living.
your shitty salary.
and your inability to reconcile these issues.
and I love you, ooooo I really do.
so contemplating leaving breaks my heart.
but the reality of the situation is you don't give a fuck about me.
about the people who live here,
grew up here.
you eschew property ownernship.
justify $20 drinks at a bar.
you drain pockets.
you have rats.
running across the sidewalks, across the toes of innocent pedestrians.
you're dirty.
and all we get is a fucking $3 I <3 NY t-shirt.
so as much as I love you, I can't stay here with you.
and it sucks because like most people and things I've loved,
you've pushed me away.
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