Dear You, Move Out

Move out. Go away. Live on your own.

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It was 5 a.m. Unlike usual days, my alarm set me off instantly. I woke up, took a quick bath, and got changed. Afterward, I dragged my feet to the bus stop. I planned to catch the first bus, and I did — 30 minutes later.

I arrived at the interchange, and suddenly I felt weird. Regardless of what I was feeling, there is one thing that needed…