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I'll admit, I don't like to tell people how I feel. Admitting to my fears, and telling people what it's like to be me, just doesn't work sometimes. I'll admit, I have a problem. But it's not the problem you, or anyone else is thinking about. I'll admit that you're wrong, and I'm right. But I won't admit that you'll never not be wrong.
The door is closed and there's no way to get through. I push and push, hoping it'll unlock but it doesn't. I scream and kick it and hit it until I slide down next to it. I'm crying because the door won't open and I have to get through. Then someone comes along. They pull, instead of push.
Maybe I don't understand. Maybe I'm as clueless as the rest of the world. They're oblivious. Those that have perfect lives don't know what it's like to experience pain, depression, or anything. They don't know how I feel, and I hope, they never have to.
I drink juice sometimes, even if I prefer iced tea over it. It is squeezed from fruit. Apple, Pineapple, Grape, Orange, Lemon (even if it is called LemonADE, not Lemon JUICE.)
Railroad. It takes you where you need to go. Far away from here is where I'd like. We'll take a train and go go go..... Far far away we'll travel until there's no railroad left. California. Sun, surf, home. This is where the railroad will take us. It will make our wildest dreams come true.
Frosted Flakes are moooore than good, they're great.
Tony the Tiger
Someone who bails last minute.
Cereal noms.
Snow flakes fall white in the wintertime.
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