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the wall
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when's my best before date? i'm feeling a bit off .
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guitar_freak
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The halls are full of things, but everyone is gone. I am the last one. The posters are ripped off the wall. Little scraps of paint missing. My room is empty except for me and what is left of my things. I'm sleeping on the floor tonight. There is nothing left to do, nowhere left to go, nothing left to say. It is so sad. I know that I will see everyone in a couple of months and that tomorrow I start a whole new life. I'm living in Ames in an apartment I've never seen, with a girl I barely know. I don't even know how to get to my apartment. Tomorrow night I will be sleeping somewhere completely new, working in a town I've never even visited, and I will meet new people. I might get a cat if I can afford it. I love adventures and this summer will be one for sure. I'm moving three times in three months. Here to Ames to home to school. Thats the life.
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peyton
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but you'll still have us to talk to
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spoons
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It bothers me when people use expired when they are talking about the death of someone...
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newme
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i'm still feeling a bit off
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FauxGrr
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In my twenties, I crafted an exit strategy. Three separate buildings stood as my potential endpoints, their summits familiar perches where my friends and I would congregate for fun. I would choose a date, a precise moment of departure. Yet each time, something would surface—a whisper, a distraction, a sudden reprieve—and my carefully plotted timeline would slip away, deferring itself into uncertain futures. At 51, now that my expiration date is twenty years hence, I've become acutely aware of my own decay..still living, I am expired.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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