Crap!

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"My life...

The swaying of trees and the chirping of birds , the muddy ground and the edged grass. It's the equivalent of a forest , with my unstable life swaying under the winds of change , my secrets chirped out for all to hear. The ground you stand upon caving in under you  and the people teasing you whilst brushing against you."~ Jack Liniard

"GAH!" My hands were sore from the writing I did. A stinging pain in my right while I violently shook it to rid my pain.

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