Dear New York,

To the city that i hate the most.

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You know best that you are the city I hate the most. City full of people whose full of themselves. City full of fools who are chasing their so called dreams and ended up fucked up by you. and most, a city that took away my most precious person in the world.

Dear new york, what an ill fate we’ve come to, no? When I hope hard that you won’t be a place I call home, the dream of thousands of kids out there relies on you.

Countless nights I tried to love you. Looking at the Brooklyn Bridge pictures, reminiscing how I love to see the city lights, imagining the white Christmas, the Jazz Bar, the Opera and Broadway show, and listening to every New York song that is on Spotify. However, the burden of thinking of living in a place where all the worst possible things can happen, leaving all my loved ones alone, makes me hate you more.

I hate to say this but, i know it’s gonna be hard.

I know it’s gonna be hard, but please be home to me who’s currently a homeless. Please make your concrete jungle a place for me to lean on, to cry and lie when everything goes wrong.

Please

Please

Please

let me fall for you

Let me hold you tight

and please not hurt me

Please don’t let me down

You know how i am with love, right?

So please,

Be nice.

I hope i’ll love you.

Best regards,

The little girl that will be lost on your big apple.