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Realization. That I don’t belong, here in the town           with these people. I used to dread the thought of leaving, I used to not be able to let go. But now, I don’t care. I’ll leave           anyday                anytime. They won't care, none of them will. Maybe a “bye, I'll miss you”        or a “come visit soon”                 here and there. But soon I'll fade from their minds, and they'll forget about me. Like I was never even here. But I don't care. Realization. Of how much I hate this town           and these people. Realization. That they don't care about me                         never did                         never will. If I leave, or if I stay. So maybe I'll go, to Boston, or New York or Tennessee or even California. j.z.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
boston, or new york, or tennessee, or even california.
Realization. That I don’t belong, here in the town           with these people. I used to dread the thought of leaving, I used to not be able to let go. But now, I don’t care. I’ll leave           anyday                anytime. They won't care, none of them will. Maybe a “bye, I'll miss you”        or a “come visit soon”                 here and there. But soon I'll fade from their minds, and they'll forget about me. Like I was never even here. But I don't care. Realization. Of how much I hate this town           and these people. Realization. That they don't care about me                         never did                         never will. If I leave, or if I stay. So maybe I'll go, to Boston, or New York or Tennessee or even California. j.z.
#hate#leave#leaving#move
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zjamiee
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
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