Sometimes there are places where it seems like the sun does not even exist. You think to yourself it must be curled up somewhere in a cloud, hiding dirty and becoming raw. Will it ever break off to suck me up, or am I being tricked?
There was a day I used to write just to keep myself from sleeping, now is the day I write to keep myself alive.
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then, write away my friend.
and yes, i transferred to mary hardin-baylor which is about 2.5 hours from fort worth.
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