Of the places 

I was of the places that reeked of cigarettes and glass of broken bottles clinging to the skin. 

Where everything was red and blue and dark. 

Where ghosts of pasts collided with each other and left the heart beating a little too fast. 

I belonged to everything that made me alive while burning. 

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