"It gets exhausting doesn't it?"
"What?"
"Trying to make it... you know...putting all your money, your effort, all of it into one thing?"
"But I love it...every second of it--I have to..."
It's just another day in New York City. There's another girl, with another notebook, writing next to another coffee shop window.
There's another guy strumming another guitar in another subway tunnel.
There's another person trying to make it--exhausting their funds, their energy, but never exhausting their dreams--never waking up to a world full of nightmares.
It's a city that sparkles with ambition and that shines with desire. It's a city of magic, a city of passion, a city that never exhausts. It's a city of dreamers. It truly is a city that never sleeps.
"So you don't get exhausted of it...ever?
"No...I can sleep when I make it"
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