I went out today to a christmas event and heard from someone. Whose words I know held no strings. That the children missed me. Not just a hand full but quite a few asking for me by name. I must admit that deep down my greatest worry was that no one was notice my absent. Maybe just a few but they would brush it off as nothing to worry about. It makes me a happy sort of sad to be missed. It makes me wonder what I'll do. How long my absence will prevail. Will I choose to simply go else where. Will I return next year, just one year tucked away as if it didn't happen. Or will I simple dissappear into the shadows.
Whatever comes to pass, I must choose something. Because I miss it so and I can not hide in limbo forever. If I intend to live. For I think it just might tear me apart.
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De TodoContent Warning: -Swearing - Suicidal tendencies - Complaining - lack of actual content This is not a story, if that's what your looking for then move along. If you've got advice, Great! You are free to comment it and I am free to ignore it.
