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Last month, I was looking for things to hate, couldn't get up from the bed. This month, I am Jeff from You are Jeff, I am beautiful in the eyes of someone else. My heart aches and aches and aches and aches. I promised myself I won't write about my city anymore so I write to my lover, but what do I say. My father is cheating on my mother and my lover is married to someone else. My lover loves me only in the evenings. My lover loves with his hands and his words, but he leaves when he has to leave and I stand by the side of the road in the middle of the night with no idea how to get home. I want to cry but I don't, my heart aches and aches and aches. But the cab driver is kind to me and my city is so beautiful at night and I know I will never be happy but as long as I live I will be alive, I know there is nothing on the other side. In this city, lovers disappear around every corner. In this city, all the roads lead back home.

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