train stations

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Dear W,

I don't even know where I'm going or what I'm trying to do. I just needed to leave.

All I could feel was our pain and the separation between us, and knowing that it was all my fault, I couldn't stay. Please, understand. I couldn't stay.

I wish I didn't have this emptiness or this misplaced passion. I wish I knew who I was.

I haven't been fair to you, and I haven't been fair to myself.

I hope we can both forgive me.

—Forgotten