Booooooo-hooooooo, it keeps moaning outside and inside. I should probably run or something. I should probably live or something. Everything seems to be so much in motion again and so out of reach. As if four shabby walls could stop me from.. whatever there is to stop me from. Instead of refreshing breeze on my cheek I get slapped by those little innermost hands of justice. I just wish I could be both straight and forward.
I-WITNESS:
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