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I am ready to leave this place. Forget about everyone. Pack up and disappear. I am tired of the memories. That linger around every corner. Of the meaningless routine.
it is cold the breathe she sighs freezes forming tiny clouds over her head; an icy halo. " so many letters..." she mutters, "so many words just tossed away,
This will not be another poem about how my heart is so broken, how lost I feel, the pathetic string of hope I'm secretly holding on to, or how I've been numbing myself just so I won't have to feel the emptiness.