I thought I got away
I thought I didn't have to come back unless I wanted to.
Yet, here I am.
Here I will stay for another few months,
A year,
God knows how long.
I was so happy there,
In the fog and other art majors.
In the city of shining waters and bustling streets.
Away from everything
Everything
That ever tried or has hurt me.
I thought I got away when I moved away.
It got worse.
I can't eat without being sick.
I can't walk without being dizzy.
I can't think without being driven to overwhelming sadness.
So,
I'm still here.
Waiting to get out again.
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