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Day Four (Why are you all making me make these!)
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Boy. The wheel of time. The bow of betwixt scurry. My home is weak. Mentalist weak. And I shook. Whether I was strong. Whether I was fast. I had then control. The situation was better than worse. I had it under control. But that was my condition. Where was the quality to come? Who better than I could make things worse? I will keep until I am not in a position to, until unable.

LOL I know that was stupid. I'm in a goofy mood right now.

Amen.

"Hi, sup?" said clare, knowing that she asks this everytime"
they then wonder what is wrong with me.
I can not help, I'm not you. I wouldn’t have these problems, which has been in such a way. It was all a surprise and too sudden for me. I will say I have trouble. I need time to really recover. I'm almost desperate. The birds do not sing in my favor. They are discouraged. Turning people’s usual whisper encouragement, they ignore me. The tree of fruits has already ripped from the cold, have fallen.
I was sitting on the hill when I saw an angel with black wings descending from the skies.