Okay, but I never went so far as to say I was definitely leaving (or that I definitely wanted to stay). Changing your mind is alright, right? No way. Do you ever wish you were gone for a day? Or forever if you needed, like you never said you needed a thing. What are my options at the end of the day? Suggested study in dichotomies: smothered with promise, or lacking for change–picking from poison. Okay, so maybe I’d rather leave that rotten apple where it ought to be. And relieve myself of making do with make believe–like it “never meant” a thing to me.
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