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Nov 2015
hello.
i am tired.
emotionally exhausted.
i'll be on a plane tonight.
and i have been so excited to leave,
said i was so sick of this town
wanted to make the world my playground but
now that i'm really leaving i feel nothing but a sick
sort of sadness in my chest,
a bitterness that is because i have realized that
it was not this town i was sick of,
it was myself.
dusk
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dusk  huntington beach, ca
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