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We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. Some places I've left pain, dust, fragments of my shadow, splotches of my darkness. Some places I've left wonder, magic, pieces of my smile and echos of my laughter. I pray now whatever piece I leave of me is not forgotten. Is remembered, good or bad. For all of it is me. And I deserve to be remembered wholly.
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