Feeling trapped, I leave for a new place, where I know no one and no one wants to know me.
I live in the peace and quiet of my new life, not speaking to anyone unless they speak first. I read a lot of books, do a lot of drawing and painting. I try my hand at writing again and get a book published.
I miss someone, but I know he will not contact me again, not after the fight we had when I left the place I was before.
I am lonely.
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