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Goodbye


Drive, park, walk inside, breathe in, look around, one last time you are there in that building with those people, the ones you've cried, laughed, and seen for the last 4 years everyday. It's time to write you're own page, to break apart, to start again. I'm going my way, by myself, for myself. I, we, are leaving. 

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