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i miss Puerto Rico so much i can taste it.
i spend my days listening to Fiel a la Vega, Marc Anthony and Roy Brown.
i go home and write scribbles about where i'm from, who we are.
i miss the sounds on the streets.
i miss not being the only one yelling for no reason.
i miss speaking Spanish, and not Spanglish.
i miss our passion.
i miss our customs.
i miss our nature.
i want to go back to the place where we're all the same because we're all impossibly different.
and i needed to say that. even now, even when i had to sneak out of class to say it.