Spin me around once,
Twice,
Three times.
Walk. Sit. And now you leave.
When I open my eyes I am sitting alone in a fallen forest. The dead leaves sheltering me from the ground. Everything except the wind is quite. It was hitting my face as we walked. Laughing at my discontent at getting my wish. I wanted to leave and now I have. When I stand the wind falls silent in anticipation. I know which way we came. A quick glace back and I keep walking. A smile creeps it's way across my face as I wipe away the last tear I'll ever shed for you.
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