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Summer of no love.

I guess I was happy for too long.

Time to go back to old Bob.



I used to be at this place:

It was a place I finally belonged,

Everything felt right.

Here everything feels dead.



There I had my love, my happiness, my better half.

Here I have a flooded room and polluted air.

There I led a worry free existence.

Here I wonder what's stopping me from cutting myself.



Why did I have to leave?

There was College

There was the best year of my life

Here is New Jersey.

Here is the worst 18 years of my life.



Life in College is the start of my true life.

Life in New Jersey is a holding pattern.



I miss it there.

I hate it here.



Soon I will go back; for now I'm dead.