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Jul 2015
it is exactly like I promised
nothing is the same except the world I left
I am now a transplant, confused and bewildered
by the odd looks and the burned bridges
the person I am now would never have
but the person I was did, and I am mature enough
to realize that it doesn't make a difference who did what
but that it was done, it was done,
and it's over- the only place I can go from here is up.
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