I miss a place where strangers shared smiles.
I miss a time where eye contact wasn’t taboo.
I miss when I had free speech and not someone else’s mouth piece regrettably working for me.
I miss people’s words having upfront meaning and not secret code in a dialect I don’t understand.
This city is cruel and beautiful.
I will uncover you and discover your ways; your hidden streets and alley ways, your dead ends and secret places, if it’s the last thing I do.
I refuse to let you get the best of me.
I will conquer the Emerald City.
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