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I am ready to leave this place.
Forget about everyone.
Pack up and disappear.
I am tired of the memories.
That linger around every corner.
Of the meaningless routine.
it is cold
the breathe she sighs
freezes
forming tiny clouds over her head;
an icy halo.
" so many letters..." she mutters,
"so many words just tossed away,
This will not be another poem about how my heart is so broken, how lost I feel, the pathetic string of hope I'm secretly holding on to, or how I've been numbing myself just so I won't have to feel the emptiness.
