2005:
It was another year.
I finished highschool, for that, I was glad and sad. Sad to leave friends, knowing that some strings just aren't strong enough. Glad, because I have been stuck here forever.
I had 2 lovers.
I've still gotta get the 'help' I need, though it occurs less often.
My dreads are looking exactly one-years-worth-of-abandonment
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