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I shake, and tremble as an aura of abominable feelings to leave overwhelm me at the door. I begin to carry myself even further into the balderdash mini society wich beholds itself around me every night. Clenching for freedom, this hodgepodge pulls me deeper into its horrific smell of victory over my crushed social life. Accomplished, I feel not, my goals have been broken down and put aside. The daylight comes every 8 hours, releasing me for one more day, but only to return. The fellowship witch I once took part in, and could have moved with, has diminished. Unforeseen is my future, I will produce my own. I will break the frontier, and make amends with the goals wich have been forgotten. Febuary the twenty-forth will be the end. I will be free and neoteric with old goals forth-coming.
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