Don't you see, I want to go where the sky near, where you can reach out and feel the clouds. I want to roll down a grassy hill!
On monday I fell asleep on the astroturf and had a dream.
On monday I did my papers withouth sleeping the entire night.
Midyears are disgusting. I screwed up damn badly and I'm scared. The munching-youre-extremely-dumb thing is getting into me.
I didn't cry at all, not AT ALL this week. Good job, brave girl.
And I won't cry this week, I'll try.
And I won't run away either.
Munching is a very good girl.
And you, you're treading on unsafe grounds. Back off, stay away, if not I won't know what to do with you anymore. This's happened before, so I know. But I don't know how to warn you, you know?
Move on, I'm not the girl.
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