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Have I forgotten who I am? The lake should feel familiar but tonight it's dull and gray. The swing is sitting empty, where the children used to play. The windows on the cabin have been boarded up and down. The home away from home I loved so far away from town. Escape from all the mobile phones, escape from all the screens. Escape the haunting memories that shook me in my teens. A great escape from city life, 4 walls of solid wood. 3 nights here in the cabin, life suddenly feels good. 2 decades in my real home with the city lights and cars. 1 moment when I arrive in isolation with the stars. I'm walking past a gravestone, quite recent and unmarked. Peculiar for me to find this roaming in the dark. Laid out across the front of it, a letter sealed; unread. I knelt down in the grass so I could find out what it said. This was the note you left for me. To answer your question, I just had to leave. There's no use in crying, and no time to grieve. Don't think that it's better to leave it