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I've set myself in mandatory motion because I knew that this would happen; that I would begin to have serious doubts.



But I know the root of these doubts, and it's exactly what I was told to watch out for.



I was indirectly told this by a psychic.



To watch out for the girl in the car, to be careful and to be wary.



To be warned.



She's the one last tie I have to this city that makes me wonder if I'm doing the right thing. Somehow, after all this time, after all of the conflicts and the agreements on how to settle things for good, I still haven't given up hope. I really want to leave these notions behind me for good.



I want to have her as no more than a friend, and move away from this shit hole I've dug for myself.



This has become a rant rather than a prose, so I'll label it as such.