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When I'm feeling down, I think of old times. Laying in a field on a warm summer night. Light breeze, starry sky. The grass smells fresh, and I had no worries.
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oh, i remember when my Mom told me at school that she filed for divorce or something, and when we went to recess (miss those days) i cried alone on a swing but no teacher cared it was 5th grade. Some girl laughed behind me saying something like wow what a pussy look hes crying and some bigger kid kicked my back hard enough to knock me into the dirt and repeatidly /oh god grammar/ kicked my rib and when i got up he slapped my face. I had enough strength to grab his head and beat it into the post after checking for teachers briefly 2 or 3 times, and i got on top of him and pounded into his stomach when the girl went to tackle me, i stretched out a leg to trip her. Soon it stopped and me and the kid seperatly went into the bathrrom to clean up. We agreed to tell nobody cause we'd be in deep shit. Believe this or not.. First time ive told anyone..