It feels stranger and stranger every time I come back. I have a new “home.” It’s very cozy and quaint. And not mine. I feel like I don’t have a place in it, but I’m trying. I feel like a zombie. I’m going through the motions, answering the questions. School is fun. I mean fine. My grades are satisfactory, but I will be putting forth more
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- Spanky
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My leg works, so applaud it.
Your mind works, so embrace it.
Your heart works, so listen to it.
<3
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Jake
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