write out and leave behind as I enter another horizon on my own.
Looking forward to moving on, sorry to leave family behind, but
it’s better this way.
Leave them wanting more of me, like the actors always say.
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Film falling down over my ears, filtering out unwanted conversations around me.
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Twist and shout, shuffle your feet and swing about.
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