the night time makes me weak and the day time leaves unbearable echoes of an animal i once knew. chistled items stuck to the floor and crazy crayons on the walls are all i have left. during the ticks i can safely say, i miss the noise, the nays i chose to say instead of yay. i can safely say the music does not sound as sweet or as loud as before. i can safely say....i am alone.
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