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I haven't always been this ridged, this cold. Do you ever just leave? I always think about it. Think about just not making that turn to my house. Think about making no turns until I get somewhere I don't know. Finding the place I never wanted to be. There just seems to be so much of life here. My sister is pregnant. My friends are all going mad. People want to fight. Things are being stolen; I just kinda long for the time in my life when, it was calm. Nobody to call me and ask me to go out. Nobody to ask me where Im at. Nobody to watch, or cover. Nothing for me to protect, nowhere for me to hide. No reasons for me to hide. No happiness, no sadness, no tears. Just, a place, where I could sit, let the sand squish between my feet, and hear the waves crash, and let the mind of this freak of the leash. It's 2am and Im tired. Not really, but it's something I should say. So I'm going to bed, I'll undoubtedly talk to you later. Night.