This is our entrance and my roommate. Sometimes i hate it here, because the landlord neglects it, there's a carpet of garbage and spit, bikes get stolen, doors pile up without hinges and my mother calls it the "gay ghetto." Sometimes I love it though, when my friends stand smoking on the fire escape, when the nine year olds call my name, and when I look upwards, it's kind of beautiful.
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