All Apart of Saying Good-Bye

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By more then just that girl

I'm 18 now, My life was soaring While many was falling down. I had big plans and dreams So I had to leave. Money was saved up in the bank since I was 16. I was ready for my life to begin. Paris, France was marked on my ticket. Looking at it the night before. I spent part of the night out with the girls. Many different cards saying many different things. If you would have told me 3 years ago That this would be true I wouldnt have believed you. Now I'm heart found home In a country unknown. Crying at the airport With a selected few there. I didn't want to say goodbye. But I left with a smile. I didn't know what would happen or where to go. But I knew I had something to show. Life isnt always great but getting here had to be fate. On your voicemail "Mama, I made it safe" The tower is huge. And the city is beautiful. It's been so long since then. My dreams flew into over drive. Before i knew it I was everywhere. Leaving Tuskany Arriving in England. I almost forget to call. And what friends and family mean again. I don't really look at old pics. Or watch my old friends vids. I never see anyone who i dont work with. Or ever wrap a christmas gift. Finally home on vayca. Paris is as pretty now as it was then. I just havent payed attnetion. Reaching in my closet. Albums falling all over the floor. I forgot they were even up there. My sisters and brother. I haven't talked to him in forever. (and only call them once a month.) My friends and others all through out. Now I dont know what I'm smiling and crying about. I go back once every year or so. Only to see mother but that feels like ages go. My youngest sister must be 17 by now. I don't remember the last time i heard her voice aloud. Packing up my bags in a rush. Clothes, shoes and Make up and stuff. a ticket so simple to buy. Ready to get on that plane. America I'm home. They don't know. It's just christmas and I havent been commin round then. I cried rememberign all the time I had lost. I call my mother's phone. "Mama, I'm comming back home." ___________________________________________________________ Funny what you miss and how much when you actually think about it. =]

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