you look out the window,
you see your friends.
they're all waving,
all having fun.
you yearn to join them,
you want to join the party.
but in the midst of the fun,
you fail to see the point in all of it.
your past haunts you,
this burning mix of curiosity and apprehension.
stay around, poke around.
but is that really the best choice?
but then you remember the
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