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i'm sitting on the beach now,

wondering about

my decisions

and my existence.

it's a tricky thing- to wonder.

because somehow i always

end up upset.

i miss so many things

and although at this moment,

i feel like i could die without them,

i'm ready to move on.

your brother asked me

to leave with him.

he used the word escape, actually.

and somehow i understood

that word more.

he has a car ready

and a lot of confidence.

he makes me laugh

and as i stare down that empty

road that could lead me out

of our town,

i want to go.

but i'm not sure if my wants

are my needs.

and i find myself wishing you

were here to tell me.

but then i remember that you

only bring me pain.

so as i look down the road again,

i smile and run to get your brother.

because i have decided

to live instead of wallow.

to think for myself,

and all i can think of,

is freedom.

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