Two (ok, three ^^;) days before take off. What I feel rests a mystery. For some, Paris could be heaven on earth. I'm not sure they're wrong.
Just can't prove they're right.
How can a city so beautiful be loathed? Because it's foreign. Because it's foreign, it's unwelcoming. Because it's unwelcoming, it's cold. Because it's cold, it's bitter.
And let's face it, I feel as if I have the obligation to feel blessed being there just because millions of people where I come from would consider it as one. Screw, the hell, outta that.
Haha.. I feel obligated..
Great, that must've sounded incredibly grateful.
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