Leaving the second time was harder. A lot harder. My heart feels like it's been split in two, and it's hard to do anything that's not haunted with memories. I'm so burned out with traveling that my ability to think coherently has effectively been shattered, but what I'm left with is regrets, loneliness and tears.
And some rum and holiday candy, but that's more of a coping method for the other things.
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