I can't type much b/c I may have broken my hand in a stupid water polo game.
I need to sleep on the ground, under the stars, next to people l love. I need to be around a camp fire, singing sings, being silent. My whole being is rebelling against these walls, the florescent lights, the global problems accosting me...
And I've only been in the suburbs for a little more than a month. Lord, preserve my life.
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