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I sit in the elevator with my notebook clutched to my chest like a child. Why I took the elevator… I don’t know. I am ready for this school year. I just need to concentrate on getting through. It’s just a matter of will power. It’s a matter of marching to your own drummer and being you without offending anyone. Maybe I’ll make some good friends this school year. Some friends. I walk into the counseling office. The nameplate on my councilor’s door says Buttkus. I have to suppress a bout of laughter as I look and actually see it written on her door. Wow. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I knock louder than I thought I wou
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"Striving for a higher logic."
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Anger, hostility and a bad temper FTW!
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Reality is never enough,
Therefore people dream.
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...Pero no lloraré por el ayer,Hay un mundo común
De alguna forma tengo que encontrar
Y mientras intento hacer mi camino
Al mundo común,Aprenderé a sobrevivir...
Kind regards
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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
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Watch me : Visit me
CHECK MY DEVIANATIONS
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...Pero no lloraré por el ayer,Hay un mundo común
De alguna forma tengo que encontrar
Y mientras intento hacer mi camino
Al mundo común,Aprenderé a sobrevivir...
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