| Familiar faces render me speechless. Yet again they bring the tidings of love. I must not let the experiences of past get in the way. No more shall they hold bearing on what I do. Their bounds are broken as the crisp winter air impedes my breath. I'm free from the past and all that it holds. What will become of me? No one is for certain. All I know is, I like where I am...and it's the first time that has happened in a long time.
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| I know not who I am, nor who I will become...only who I've been.
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| I want nothing more than to be left alone.
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| I just don't know what to do...
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| A new summer. Starting over. Meeting people who you have known for years. The true nature and character of people glistens in the sweet summer sun. Finding comfort in unexpected things...
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