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As I lay here on this bed I've been missing for the past month... I feel an anchor. If it did not feel right to stay, then why do I find myself wishing I was someplace else tonight? Is this a feeling I always had and did not acknowledge or am I just different this time around?

I genuinely thought I had nothing much to say, or nothing left to say. It was only when I stared out of the window last night as the plane rolled out of its bay that I realised I still had tears to shed along with words of honesty.

I don't particularly wish for someone else there to hear me out. More than anything, I wish I was there to hear me out.

Hold back the river, let me look into your eyes

I'm still here.

Now it feels like I've overstayed my welcome in this place. It feels weird - almost scary how I can switch from one end to the other.