The last holdouts of my high school life are ablaze, slowly burning to the ground. Soon, only the softly glowing embers remain, refusing to die too easily. And yet, when only ashes remain, when all else is stripped away, I will simply sit down and light something anew.
Time to move on, dear friends.
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time to move on from all but the memories. and those few things you choose to carry with you in order to build your new fire.
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