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2016 was 366 days of dreaming, of learning, of reflecting, of growing myself into the person I long to be. 2016 was 366 days of laughter, of ideas,
the world in a daZe it seems like its the end of days the sun close u can feel it in the rays lost child i cant get out of the maze head high i still carry hope even though all we was told is nope
The first day of middle school, dread and fear. This is what started my eighth grade year. I knew no one, not one single friend
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
My days are blurring over Everything turning into one dark grey The thoughts I think all different shades Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking… The greys chase eachother through my mind