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1217am

Rusk glanced at the electronic clock on his computer and sighed. It was already late, yet he did not feel like sleeping. Rusk felt like he had something he had left undone, something that he should do not. But he had no idea what it was. 'Maybe there is nothing to be done, maybe its just some feeling', thought Rusk.

Yea, i guess because im leaving my hometown soon, my mind keeps bugging me to do things that i need to and want to do. To complete what i've started here, to finish what i had left undone. To leave no regrets.

This week would be his last week, last week of home, last week of old friends, last week of the place of childhood, last week of the place memories. Rusk knew the next time he came back, the stay will be short, and it will only happen once in awhile.

Sigh, guess this is my last week huh. Gotta do everything i wanna do. This place wouldnt be my place of shelter for the next couple of years, but this place will always be my home.

1231am