it's always at the beginning of the summer.my eyes hurt.i'm so confused.i don't like what just happened.i don't like what i know is going to happen.i really don't like myself, to tell you the truth.i wish this hadn't happened.i know it's better this way.i still don't like it.i'm worried.i don't want to hurt more people.i have a feeling i'm going to
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