All is clear now. I can't stay. By the end of the month, if things go as planned, it'll be my time to fly. With what little happiness I have, I can't compromise it with something such as a vague hope. Besides, regrets are so not me, so I know that I'm gon' be ok. I will be Ok. I will be great. Win some, lose some. Fresh start here I come.

Hmmm. But, if things don't go out as planned, I might have to stay. FML.
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