Fresh Start

July 2, 2018

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.

That is draining my soul away.

I am ready to go.

No goodbyes or explanations.

I am ready,

To start over.

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