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Room 327

flesh and blood isn't everything

Having all of time and space

dream to nightmare


my "friend"


Now and forever

a Getaway

Round 2

gone to young


risking it all

Driving on a highway

told im kid

the art that is frowned upon

Coming out to my parents

Always Grey never black and white

Stuck in Solitude

One option out of millions

Looking for you

The world so cruel

The mask

The way I am

Just because

The happy one

Pain but Glory

Day 4

back on the bus

Breaking the addication

You are Caffiene

A Single Man, Idol and Friend to Many RIP

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The sun shining
The sky clear as can be
Into the lake we go
Convincing our teacher to join us
Getting rejected he’s missing all of the fun
Swimming and playing games we go
All the time in the world
After a while we decided to set up camp
The girls going first since we have the bigger tent
Finding the perfect area
First flat area all trip
Learning about more about levers
Which ended up being the hard way also
Warned by one of our guides the table is tippy
Not paying attention as typical teenagers
Four girls sitting on one side
One guy on the opposite side
One girl and the guy stand up
The table flipped over
With the three girls still sitting
Saving the food for dinner that night
Talking about how the tippy table is a lever
Just like a class paddle, shovel, and wheel barrow
Reminding me of when we almost sank a bottle of sunscreen
That would have made hall of fame

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