Tired

What if I finally decide one day to just disappear?

What if I gather my things one day and just set off with no destination in mind?

What if I just leave without a trace?

How long would it take for my roommates to notice?

Would anyone care? Curly would, that much I know, but would KH?

How long would it take for anyone to worry?

To act?

What if no one looks for me?

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