Somewhere Else

I'm not here anymore. I'm somewhere else. I'm somewhere cold and downcast all day - the kind of weather that makes me happy. That kind of weather which makes me feel like I'm in a movie, and I'm the protagonist and something amazing is just waiting for me around the corner.

Between here and there, is there a contest? Can you blame me?

Consider me gone.

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