'college' 'life' 'growing up' 'nostalgia'
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How is it that my heart is stuck between two places?
Dominican Republic,
The land I was born in
The land where my childhood was painted
Pain so sugary sweet it clings to my mind;
numbing any previous feelings.
Memories of sunshine rays, snowball fights, fun filled days,
and crying.
Past ice cream floats, rainy days, and lying.
I moved away
I moved far far away
2,525 miles away to be exact.
It was my choice, though.
I wanted to go to school on the other coast.
It was always so glamourized
The glitz
The glam
