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I keep telling myself
that all this fighting
is pointless.
But I just don't seem
to listen very well.
Nowadays, I seem to get mad
at every little thing.
I go out to get away from it all.
And I do get away....for a time.
But whenever I go back
it's always there.
I'm starting to think
that the fighting
is all my fault....again.
Which is why, this time,
I'm not going to go someplace
where I can cause hurt to others.
It's all the same, really.
I've gotten used to it....
I mean it's just one life,
I've left millions of them before,
and I might just leave
millions of them after.
But, then again,
this has been the first place
I've been able to call
home in a long time.
But who am I kidding.
This is my life,
whether I like it....or not.
Moving from place to place,
from life to life,
it's all the same.
The fights always begin
with me and always end with me.
I don't want to live with the fighting....
the endless curses
and shouting matches.
And now, it seems,
I've gotten my wish
to be away from everyone.
It may seem like I'm
spilling out my heart
in this one letter,
but the truth is....
I can't be spilling my heart,
because I don't have one anymore.

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