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This humid air tightens a noose around my pretty little neck.
Lately I've realized how much I need to leave this forsaken place. It's time to move on, time to leave this humdrum familiarity and carry on. In one week, I'll be gone. Don't look for me, just hold your glass up in the night air and smile. Whisper a wish to the skies. Let your eyes grow hazy, your voice get quiet and let your inhibitions disappear.
Lately I've realized how much I need to leave this forsaken place. It's time to move on, time to leave this humdrum familiarity and carry on. In one week, I'll be gone. Don't look for me, just hold your glass up in the night air and smile. Whisper a wish to the skies. Let your eyes grow hazy, your voice get quiet and let your inhibitions disappear.