It's on today,, the move. I still don't know where I'm going, but I'm going. It's come down to this,, I've got no more money to hold on to a place with such bad memories.
I suppose that this place has left me with some good memories after 19 years, but, in reality, the thought of living here any longer is full of bad memories and moments.
I suppose that in the end, the memories of bad far out weigh any good of having a roof over my head.
I don't suppose that any of you can understand. I suppose that's how the native Americans feel when forced to live on the reservation and not be allowed to live free as in the old days.
The thought of being confined in a prison is never as good as the reality of freedom. Peace until we meet again.
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