The days are flying by like the pages of this novel. Even though I hate this place - always have, always will (maybe), I can't put into words how much I will miss it when I am gone for good. It won't be the hole my brother and I put in the wall, or the ditch I rolled my first vehicle in that keep my coming back, but merely the people that have
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fuck you for making me reflect on my life
i grow sad
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