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Mentally preparing my heart to leave home a second time, I feel no tug on my soul to keep me here. Nothing to hold me back. It isn't going to hurt this time. Time reveals your true natures like your conversations show your inner ugliness. Moving on with my life takes on a whole new meaning, my third wind. I've had my fair share of chances and it's high time to make right of everything. Everyone trying to do nothing can kiss my ass because you're not worth anyone's time of day.