8:31 pm. 8th of February, 2010. I am starting to lose myself in a nostalgic haze as the candles burn out one by one. Five more days to go, no more, no less, that's the danger. I want to stay here and watch over them, so that I know they are safe, really safe. I'm going to miss them when I'm gone.
What fresh hell is this?
What fresh hell is this?
Classes must have started today.
Who cares? Who Cares?
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