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Somewhere else.
Those words kept echoing in my head. I couldn't sleep. I've heard them too many times before. They're engraved on the back of my mind. A tattoo. That's why I long to go away. You whisper. Somewhere else. To meet you. Again or for the first time. It isn't too far.
Wait for me.
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