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It is true; whenever I miss my old streets, I imagine them missing me too.

The concrete doesn't smell the same here when different rains fall. It's tougher than my grass and the rusty railways, but it lacks soul. Taxi cars, buses, they're ghosting through the avenues. Does the train call for me like it used to scream for you?

Even the street lights are dim blocks, their shine doesn't whisper 'life'.

I long for the moonlight and I lost my way.

Perhaps I'm just feeling nostalgic?

But yes, it's true; I tend to do the same with people. I imagine you alone. Missing me, too.