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Today... I've realized that I have run away from my past. I'm still running. I know how many steps it would take to run away from this life as well. I know where I would go, what I would do, how I would live my new life. I'm tempted to do it too. To just get up and disappear. There would be two people who I know would miss me but I don't know... I feel like my life is resetting itself and I should just read the message that the world has delivered to me. I have my longest standing friend. He now lives in Bellingham, Washington. I have a great friend who now lives in Vermont and I have another awesome friend who now I'm not sure about. And here... here is my friend, nobody. It's as if the universe is saying that I need to get up and go as well. I know where I would go. I know what I would do. I don't think that I would feel too sad for long about it either. I'm tempted to do it because I know that I would actually feel like I was doing something real in life. I've sold my past away so I could get here. I have nothing physical to remind me of my past anymore. I've given up my dreams, my goals, my wishes. Everything that has been so dear to me, I have given up just to survive. I am two people, if not three. I remember three distinct lives where three distinct people lived. Now... I don't know who or what I am.