The only thing I can say about New York City is that it's a thief.
The only thing I can say about New York City is that it's a thief. It steals your heart from the very first sight by showing you everything you ever dreamt of and then doesn't let you go. It makes you dream so high about your future together that falling and breaking seems unreal. Afterwards NYC leaves you to drawn in your dreams and love towards the city and accept the fact that never and nowhere you will be able to find a place that will remind you of it or replace it. I left that piece of my heart in New York, the piece I let be stolen, the piece I gave up.
The only thing I can say about New York City is that it's a thief. It steals your heart from the very first sight by showing you everything you ever dreamt of and then doesn't let you go. It makes you dream so high about your future together that falling and breaking seems unreal. Afterwards NYC leaves you to drawn in your dreams and love towards the city and accept the fact that never and nowhere you will be able to find a place that will remind you of it or replace it. I left that piece of my heart in New York, the piece I let be stolen, the piece I gave up.
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| A view from the Empire State Building |
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