Leaving for college the second time doesn't have quite the same appeal. The goodbyes aren't as warm and the hugs aren't so long. The mystery is half-gone, but the packing feels the same. And me, I'm just returning to a place where I still really don't fit in as well as at home. It's funny, after wishing to get out of a small town for so long,
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But it mighta' been Jane...
*Ponders*
Haha, thanks Robyn. :)
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I'll always hang with you if you are around, even if we are like 80 years old just call me and I'll come chill, dunno how cool I'll be by that age but still, a toothless old lady is better than nothing. Or is it?
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