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Sorry for running away. I needed to escape. It wasn't planned. I just need out. I couldn't breathe. I was out of focus. I had some time to think. My return was successful.

Lynndsie has found an apartment for June 1st so, I'm moving out. 5 days. Panic mode in action. Remember to breathe. Oh my. I've never done this before. I'm a tad bit nervous. On top of that I am going to need sufficient funds for the new place. I don't know how to do this.

My life was thrown into a cement machine.

Can't you decide what you want to hide?
I can't play this game. It just makes you look lame.
I can't see you in this much pain.
I'll turn my back and feel ashamed.
Everything happens for a reason,
Wouldn't it be funny if you stopped breathing?

So when did you die? I should have seen the lie. You always were decieving, finally I decided that I'm leaving. You held me back, got me hooked on smack.
You turned your head.
You left me for dead.



::pat::