the dwindling summer days pass away as if i turn once and off they go. the fact i must spend two actual weeks of this fine summer schedule, does not comfort me any at all. it's as if the torture and horrible memories of it all floods back to me. back to the box. back to the rooms of boring paint colors and dull children surrounding me. a
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its a sad sad world
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HI
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