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what a price to pay for having places to visit so far from home. my heart is heavy, my hands are shaking and my head feels numb. i'm leaving the windows open, hoping these feelings will drift away with the cool breeze that brought them. but they are yearnings that were planted long before the first taste of that cold air. it's only taken this long because.. because. because there is no good reason. hopefully these tears will freeze against my face and act as seeds inside my soul. root themselves in my heart and bloom so i can open up, stop holding tight until i'm ready to burst. i've felt the progress already, but it never seems to be enough.. but maybe this time it's not my fault.