From here to there and back agian, when will this so called vacation end. All around the world it seems, gaining nothing but fatigue. We stop a day but for what, to rest? It's for nothing to mebut a signto travel next. All the while i grew empty inside. Only rememberance of glee. My desire to hear my friends voices agian, to read the letters of love from my boyfriend as the only humanity seeming to be left.
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