| In Shades of Bittersweet |
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I am leaving in a little over two months, if I can just hold it together until then. My friend Lana's death really tipped the scale for me. It's time to go home. When I am there, it feels like nothing here is real or solid. Almost like it never happened. I could gladly sink into forgetfulness at this point. I will never do this to myself again.
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