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Some think they can predict the future. Others believe you can't. Fate is fate. You can't predict destiny.
These are the toys in the back of the closet. The feelings of good when your surrounded by feelings of misery. The forgotten are those that used to mean the world, and that now live in solitude at the bottom of one's subconscious.
Some call it god's gift to the world, some call it the most disgusting thing imaginable. Birth is both excruciatingly painful and also the reason why you're here today.
Camp is where a bunch of prepubescent children expect to escape school embarrassment and end up finding it again in the middle of the woods in their underwear. Camp's got a lot drama, a lot of awkward first kisses, and not enough showers. Camp's a blast.
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