I hated nighttime.Zip it.It's dark. I can't see a thing.That's why—Morning, Atlanta.In the end, I still can't sleep.I thought that I might be able to sleep again, but...... Morning.And I would dream about what happened in the past.Ever since I came here, a lot of things happened and they soothed my anxiety.What's the matter? Out of shape today I see, juvenile delinquent.As I've never been able to sleep from those reasons...
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