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  • The one thing that made me leave was the fear of being sucked into the tempting vortex of normalcy. Thus becoming seemingly satisfied with the romantic humdrum ease of small town life until I wasn't anymore. "Until I wasn't anymore" would undoubtedly wreak havoc in the lives of those nearest & dearest to me; for my selfish boredom would be personified in the body of a middle-aged woman feeling the desire and right to visit the twenty-something self she never got to meet. So, I left in order to be that twenty-something self in real time, selflessly bypassing any predictable backlash of 'whatcoulda/wouldabeen' if I had stayed.
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