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today it's a little hard to breathe in the city
so I've come to the edge
where the river flowing through the heart of my hometown is the most shallow
and enormous demanding blocks of rocks show their surfaces above
and let the water carve their way past them

rapids

I think a lot about the day I'll have to leave this place
it isn't going to be pretty
it's going to hurt like a motherfucker
like nothing else I've ever felt
not even the disease eating at me could beat the pain I feel thinking about packing my books into boxes
removing the memory board from my wall

and leaving

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