Leaving here would mean...
Goodbye to my friends...
Goodbye to my family.
A million miles away,
Friendships & family ties...
Slowly melt into nothing.
I didn't say goodbye...
I just left without notice.
But here I sit...
A dead end job...
And hardly a place to live.
I never left,
I'm just gone in my mind.
--Dana Seneca
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