Oh, Iowa city, I lost what little of my innocence I had left in you. I held high my dreams for success and you ripped them from my reach and placed my loft ambitions back on solid ground. I could no longer dream the dreams of photography and words cluttering pages of gloss, because of you and your careless, misunderstanding actions.
I suppose you could say I was given my second chance to make everything right again, and I just didn't take it. Was it because I didn't want to? Didn't really care? Didn't have strong enough passion or drive to do it?
No.
It was because I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself be set up for heartbreak by you again, Iowa City. I will no longer be in the grip of your boozy nights with older reporters and inhibited walks home alone. I couldn't let someone else's dreams and plans for my life be the only blueprint I would follow.
Oh, Iowa City, my heart bled black and gold for you until you beat it black and blue.
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