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Sunday, Feb. 12, 2006
12:07 a.m.
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Since realizing I'm leaving nine hours ago, all I want to do is talk to him. I want to soak up all the time that I possibly can before I leave.

Before I leave. I still haven't accepted that it's me that's leaving, and not him. In my dreams, even in the reality we spent together, it was always he that left.

I stood at the top of the community college and looked at the city and called everyone I know, trying desperately to forge some sort of connection before I leave.

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