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Post by wingedwarrior on Oct 18, 2009 3:59:34 GMT -5
A friend. As my title says; and I do with uttermost annoyance. I am back at Animus; the sight of the place tempts me to leave for it is bittersweet and not sour. I need to leave eventually once more, maybe never to return... I don't know these people no longer. Change is inevitable; this is a fact, yet I am not ready to face this change after a dire moment at home. The lights in animus flicker intermittently as do the lights of Purgatory.
Though where should I be? Home or here?
Home sounds better than 'Rolling My Eyes To Everyone Who Calls Themselves A Friend'
Although, I lean more to home maybe this will change....
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