is it just me or really, looking at a greyish blue morning sky remind you, that oh lord, there's an infinity of worlds and existence and l i f e in general, and you're really here, so gifted; there is everything and anything i can do. all that limits me is the time left til my school bus arrives. i will be everything when i grow up (which is soon.) isn't february the sweetest month for dreams? i will be everything.
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