Days are painfull. To much sun, to much people, to much school, to much teachers and to much homework. How am I suppose to live. Teachers always scriming at me because I am sleepy.....
But wenn night comes I feel good. Night form me is like freedom. But it doesn't last much. The paintfull sun comes and destroys my peace.
I always wait for the night to come back, but time passes to slowly.
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