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The wind rushes over me like secrets unfolding. I can't stand the sound of the voices but they carry anyway. I feel myself, separating from them as the truth is unveiled. I am not this person. This is not my life to live.
And so I sit on the edge and ponder over city scapes. Where should I be right now, I ask, but there is no answer. So I set ( Read more... )
And so I sit on the edge and ponder over city scapes. Where should I be right now, I ask, but there is no answer. So I set ( Read more... )
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I'm transferring to http://www.marlboro.edu/
there's a cool, little town
there's a lot of trees and not a lot of people
there's Sam
there's NYC 4 hours away
there's Boston 2 hours away
there's a new place, a new adventure
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