It's beginning to set in, I suppose. Homesickness, regrets. The purpose of this place is weighing on my mind, sinking my heart like an anchor. I lay awake at night and all I see is the past. All the things I have done...
I was wrong to assume that I was never meant to be here.
Strange how, at this moment, her face is what plagues me most. What I
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