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This summer day is terrible, My body is inoperable. The temperature is 78. Sandals or shoes? choices I hate. The sky is too bright a blue, The suns cruel rays burn right through. And those few clouds take no shape- My imagination they do **** Oh the flowers bright with bloom All the colors a painful flume. Bees buzzing a hellish tone Within my kingdom? so near my throne? I loathe the children and their cheer, The slightest thought so hard to hear. Yet to be ******* by the sound- of people running, No solace found! For no one cares no, not for me Bound to chair while you are free. My body is inoperable, This summer day is terrible.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Crippling~
This summer day is terrible, My body is inoperable. The temperature is 78. Sandals or shoes? choices I hate. The sky is too bright a blue, The suns cruel rays burn right through. And those few clouds take no shape- My imagination they do **** Oh the flowers bright with bloom All the colors a painful flume. Bees buzzing a hellish tone Within my kingdom? so near my throne? I loathe the children and their cheer, The slightest thought so hard to hear. Yet to be ******* by the sound- of people running, No solace found! For no one cares no, not for me Bound to chair while you are free. My body is inoperable, This summer day is terrible.
Another quick write, let me know what you think.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
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