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Out. I want out. I want to go far away. If I’m going to be alone, at least let me be alone in a place where there’s a good reason for it. It’s not even about running away, it’s just that it feels like there’s nothing left here, nothing real anymore. Not even me.

And nothing isn’t what I came here for…

In one place for too long, and it’s wearing at me, making me feel like it’s not my place anymore, maybe it never was. Just passing through, making some mistakes, learning a few things before I move on…

And yet I don’t know any better now what I’m doing next. I’m tired of waiting for life to start, but I don’t know where the ignition is for the key I’m holding. I don’t even know if it’s for a car or a bus or a plane or a horse or a bicycle or a guitar case. It doesn’t say anything on it, and I don’t know where I got it from, but there it is, and it’s the only thing I can see right now.

Out. Fly me away somewhere beyond this reality… there has to be more to this than what I already know, because I’ve barely scratched the surface…