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so for a while all the good deep gritty dirty underneath my fingernails, paint in my hair and unwashed untainted non jaded things have come to an end. Now that both my week up at camp and my top secret i 'm sick from work half week of riding my bicycle to camp and staying a half week have come to a close all the adventures seem to have gone out. the sad truth that him in his black hoody with its pink lining thta makes his head more squarish is eyes more slit when he wears it is the last i'll see of him his brief hug around my corpse and his yelling out the window is uite possibly all i'll ever know. of course i'll dilligently check the mail daily and i'll welcome my sleep like never before. but my faith is not great its a force i can't predict ever and so i stand at the edge seeing what will come out of the canyon below. but i'll thank him i'm more of a person my spirit is stonger and i know how hard my will is too. other adventures will present themselves no doubt and i won't hesitate when they do.