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Miércoles 19 de octubre
Hoy tuve un largo día cuando llegue me tocó asignatura estatal y luego biología me regañaron mucho por mi folder mal acomodado y luego geografía la tuvimos libre no me justa que pase eso me justa mucho la clase pero el profe ya no irá mmmm después salimos a receso y me comí una pizza y unos dor
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Random things
This is going to be random things I write and will never finish maybe... but I might continue who knows. Again I write only to practice. Most of these are actual things that I have in my google docs and just have it hidden so don't be alarmed when ou see a difference in my writing stye. This might have a little NSFW stuff -soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... You know the drill hunker it down and make it snappy.
rose tinted hours
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Sitting by myself, my feet stuck in the cool water of the little stream, I tried, for the ten millionth time, to reason out why I had to have these problems. I was just a normal everyday kid, no better, no worse than most. I didn't do drugs, I didn't smoke or drink. I worried about my grades and my lack of six pack abs and if I was ever gonna get any taller or grow any hair on my chest. No earthshaking stuff, but important to me.
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