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Aug 11, 2012

Diary Of The Darker Side.

There's nothing here. Nothing there, nothing to focus on like how everyone makes it sound. I felt cold, inside as well as on the hairs on my head. The Summer nights were peaceful, but that was only the illusion meant to keep me at bay until this place showed its true image.
I saw past the green yards and joyful noise of children playing amongst the Street folk and the ignorant bliss of what it wanted me to see. It was a wasteland, a green and house enclosed, where deep down inside, it was really an endless sea of sand dunes where all the rest of the teenagers had died from social deprivation.

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