where to go? where to hide? everything's not going to be "just fine". I need to find a place to be, excepted and loved, like in a family. in this place where I stay, I am likely to fade away, in my lonliness and dispair. my pain you can feel through the air. why can't they just except me? it's really hard to just be me. so I'm weird and a little deranged, but is that any reason to run away? people fear what they do not know, they are people with standards low. for I am a boy with no thoughts of light, or hopes to later take flight, away from this world of pain. though I do want to fly away, from this place where we all stay.
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another entry from my diary
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