The first night you leave and the sky is still light. The first night you get to Brooklyn and the sky is still light. The first night you get home and the sky is still light.
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The first night someone jabs an elbow into you at the overcrowded Court Square 7 platform and the sky is still light. The first night you get rained on from a broken window on the escalator and the sky is still light.
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The first night you get to the G platform but can’t fit on it because it’s been half an hour between trains but you can imagine the sky is still light out.
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The first night some guy on the train hits you on the head with his backpack but while you wonder if the zipper broke the skin you can imagine it’s still light out
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I thought you already did your "why I'm leaving NYC" essay.
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It’s a work in progress
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