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.....Without A Trace.

It would be very easy to leave my current life behind and return to my established life that part of my soul has never truly left in Windsor, large chunks of my soul are located here, and their is only one thing keeping me from returning full time, i cannot say that regret leaving because I don't... their were bigger things to deal with at the time.. but this is the choice not taken and the options are here, the friends are here, and the personalities i like to surround myself with are here... here it's just like I never left.... Hamilton, I am a ghost rotting in an empty house, all my accomplishments there are gone and I am barely holding on... it's much easier to deal with the devil I know from here than to wonder what the future holds and the future will be there.... The push will begin very soon when i return back to Hamilton, but it would be very fucking easy to pack up and forgot about the whole central region and just come home.... here, i could be on my street where i lived, doing whatever the fuck I want hiding in plain sight, yet it would require effort to find me... the deal breaker's gonna be November, but i am seriously thinking fuck it all and coming back home.... dispeearing without a trace. I belong here, Not elsewhere, trying to make a go at a life that was never truly mine but instead was forced on me by circumstances.

Current Mood: Determined.
The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it.

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