Alone

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"Are you okay?" "Do I look okay?" I just want to go home... I looked back at myself in the mirror. The guys were downstairs now with Bert and their managers. They were fighting because of me. I had to put an end to this...
What if the band broke up because of me. I wasn't going to be Yoko Ono. I walked out of the bathroom shutting off the lights. I packed my stuff and headed towards the elevator. I knew what I had to do. It was for the best. For everyone. I had to let both of them go...

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