The Things Left Behind

Once upon a time, I'd have done anything to get out. Get away. Move to some far-off land and never look back.

It was the people who I called friends, in combination with those I called, and still call, family.

I don't want to stay here. But I don't hate this city for what it is. Just what it holds.

I want to see the world.

But I've got people here now. People who are good for me. People that outweigh those who hurt me still.

I don't know what I'll do when the time comes to decide.

I don't want to vacation everywhere.

I want to live everywhere.

And I guess I'll have to one day deal with the fact that yes, I will finally meet people I don't want to leave behind.

It's been so long without such people...


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