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Then it all hit me.Me, being there,obviously that was not for me. Only looking down to the stairs, seeing it, made me realize don't belong here.
Eventually,although I must admit there was a part of me who begged me to stay and try to fit in, talk to them (it couldn't be that bad, could it be?) the other side of me, the part which is (almost) always right, won.
I said goodbye without saying it,
leaving that substitute of society based on lies and alcohol .
Started packing.
Photos & text by Sudweek
