It all gets better, dear. Let's touch extremities and whisper our wishes at 11:11. Simon Says. Curse the wish that won't come true. And take large doses of Benedryl in hopes of sleeping. When the sun goes down, the moon comes up. Post it notes collect and make piles in overworked brains that are underslept. Let's kiss noses and tell stories. Draw
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