Summer DaysWhy do I hate summer so, I wonder to myself in silence. The warm breeze that comforts the skin, the relaxing, carefree environment sickens me. The green leaves on the trees that I know will rot and die in the winter. Why are they even alive if all they can do is die. They can only die. The sun can only go bleak and fade away. The air can only turn cold and sting at the rashes on my skin. The animals can only fall unconscious, only be vicious should you wake them. So walking through the serenity of summer, all I can see is the wilting of a world. The only thing this life means to me is more pain at its end. What seems to reverberate in my lifeSummer Days
BlahWhat is Blah?Blah
Blah is all around us. Blah lies deep within us and in everything we know. You can find blah in you, in me, and alot in Fox News. It exists in a physical, mental, and spiritual level. Every living thing has the ability to create blah, and has the ability to become blah. We are destined to create blah; it is why we are here.
Okay, but what is blah?
Are you sure you want to know? Okay then, if you take the red pill, then you will be able to fully comprehend Blah. If you take the blue pill, this article will ultimately lose its plotline, thus forcing you to take the red pill.
Me still
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-Just me, the crazy one O_o
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GO FLOWER POWER!!!
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"The ones that make you cry are not worth your tears. The ones that are worth your tears would never make you cry."
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