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I always preferred the sun. And I only went to class when it was convenient for me. And I want to listen to music too.
My true self sat on a bookshelf. Mr nelson and the magic school bus goes to paris. Sweetheart, what have you done. Mr nelson and the magic school bus goes to paris. High school is constant prodding, poking, minuscule thefts of attention, piled on one mountain.
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My true self sat on a bookshelf. Mr nelson and the magic school bus goes to paris. Sweetheart, what have you done. Mr nelson and the magic school bus goes to paris. High school is constant prodding, poking, minuscule thefts of attention, piled on one mountain.
The inadequate letter to the magnificent Florence Kelley,. Merry Christmas! I think I remember when I met you.
This is the real secret of life- to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. Where the heart is set in stone. She was done Lost Broken He was crushed Despaired Pained She wanted only to be happy He wanted only to be happy Both Became Lost Wanting Something That Was Never To Be.
Do you think the stars were scared too at first? April 4, 2017. Do you think maybe they quivered? When they were first placed in their spots in the sky.
My mouth used to form horizons. This one goes out to the criers. The stargazers and the video game players. The letter I never wrote.