The mob decided to glorify the assortment of fictions,
The reality was only rejected,
On a certain point when life was more mature,
Fictions were fading like never before,
The mob cried out for existence for the first time,
And the reality is only the king though in isolation for the first time.

Love is a kind of killing,
it’s awful and beautiful at the same time
none of us gets out alive

It's Corona Virus and not an excuse for a failure

have thought so much could change in one summer? Not me, that’s for sure. Not my best buddy, Leonardo the Silent. Probably not the folks at Airbrook Arts Community School either. That’s where I was supposed to start seventh grade in the fall. Supposed to. You

Written By James Patterson

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