The days before I was to leave I was perturbed. I lashed out. Looking back I was brash and hurtful. I knew it at the time, but I couldn't stop it. I felt suffocated by the love thrown at me. Love to make up for lost time and time to be lost. I needed space more than realized, more than remembered. Years had come and gone. In time I grew. With what
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