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Oct 2017
the grass is getting greener and the flowers look ******* beautiful and the sun is warmer than ever even though it's time to hibernate for the winter. i get bad when it's good and good when it's bad and no one else wants to be alive. is it my time yet? will it ever be? i'm sick of seeing the future right before it changes again.
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