I'm Leaving
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"I'm leaving," I whisper into the wind as I look back in my rearview mirror at the town that I was born in and watch as it grows smaller with the distance.
I cashed in my last paycheck, I had a little over a thousand saved up in the bank, it only took over a year to accomplish and now this was my getaway. In this car that I call my Baby Boy because of the baby blue paint coat, this was my freedom. This was my way of saying that I'm breaking free from all the ties that bound me to this city and with the peeling of my tires on the pavement, I'm gone.
It's time for a change in scenery.
I cashed in my last paycheck, I had a little over a thousand saved up in the bank, it only took over a year to accomplish and now this was my getaway. In this car that I call my Baby Boy because of the baby blue paint coat, this was my freedom. This was my way of saying that I'm breaking free from all the ties that bound me to this city and with the peeling of my tires on the pavement, I'm gone.
It's time for a change in scenery.