We'll run away,
and the note will say,
don't be expecting us back
anytime soon.
Or ever.
Damn it all.
We'll leave this place,
this godforsaken place.
We'll hop the train,
and get out of here:
as far away from here
as ever there was.
We won't need the money
or these useless possessions
that clutter and serve only
to gather dust.
We'll leave it all behind
on memory lane.
And then forget it all.
To hell with it all.
And to hell.
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