So they are leaving.
All of them.
Not really not all, and not for forever that much. For the camp that is supposed to turn you to a grown up.
The one where I cried myself to sleep.
They are nice and carry the glow of happiness. Brave and beautiful and they will get themselves to be a part of the group and I will be left with an after party after an after party after an after party with people I no longer even want to know.
I could use a drink, something stronger than water. Possibly a pint of blood I could wash my feet in.
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