(by Dylan K. aka me)
I don't think I would miss much if I ever went away. I really don't think I would. All of the things I miss so much are just as close as they have ever been. If I moved away they would be farther, and perhaps I wouldn't think about them so much. I wouldn't see them everyday. Long for them. And wait for them. They might become more distant memories. But I don't want them to be distant. And that's why it's really hard for me. I don't think I'd miss them. Because I don't have them now. But I think about them everyday, I do. I wish I had them back. But if I were somewhere else? Would I wish for something else? Would I miss something else? Or would what I've been missing be in the same place it's been all along. So far away. And I don't think I can forget. Which is why I don't think I'd miss very much if I ever went away. I don't think I really would. I'd be as far away as all these things that I miss are from me. And that would really only be fair. But, I think I'd have to count every step I take. From here to over there. Because with each step I'd take on the road ahead, I'd leave something behind. All of my memories that I have from better times. Pictures and these photographs. Of someone who meant so much to me. But if I never had any of it anyway. Why on earth would I choose to stay?
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