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I'm so sorry that I wrecked your car trying to find where the wild things are I'm so disappointed that my closet has a back instead of Narnia just some cold weather tack I'm so hurt that Middle Earth can't be explored and the rolling hills don't have little round doors I'm so stricken with the painful ail that my reality can't be my fairytale Why is it that someone else got to decide this for me instead of myself?
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Where the Wild Things Are
I'm so sorry that I wrecked your car trying to find where the wild things are I'm so disappointed that my closet has a back instead of Narnia just some cold weather tack I'm so hurt that Middle Earth can't be explored and the rolling hills don't have little round doors I'm so stricken with the painful ail that my reality can't be my fairytale Why is it that someone else got to decide this for me instead of myself?
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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