Just hold on, I'm coming home

Just hold on, I'm coming home

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When I graduate I'm never coming back to this cold, depressing place. I have friends and I have family that's love, I'm not in search for that. But I need more. I need a change, a big one. It all started when I was in eighth grade and when on vacation to Florida during spring break. The day before we were do to go home, I went on the patio of where we were staying and looked at the blue sky and the green grass and leaves. I remembered that at home it was cold and cloudy and a chance of snow and I realized that it might be weeks or months until I would see the blue sky for more then one day every two weeks, and even then it would only last for two months at the most. I realized that day that this wasn't the life I wanted to live
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