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it smells fammiler it smells bacurlier, its cold its old, and god its cold, my head hurts, everyday its the same, i have no one to blame, the room got that way and now its the same, its loud its cold, its old, makes my head hurt makes want to leavemakes me want to breath, so i leave spinding the rest of the time in the bathroom looking in the mirror my eyes look weird, and at the moment there is no cure, for this pounding headache just glad i dont have a back ache, but the more i see them all talk, i feel i dont belong, i never walk up and say hi, just bye, there so annoying but they find me boring, but i hate the noise it keeps growing....my head hurts...i spend the rest of the hour in the bathroom...there is no room for me
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