like some passing afternoon

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i'm not someone who runs from things. in fact, i've always been a person that faces them head on, full speed ahead. but today, i feel like leaving for africa with no return ticket. maybe that happens when you grow up and realize fixing the broken things is not always an option. or even a possibility.

and how strange to have no question in my mind as to whether or not i'm just being dramatic.