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guts: don't know where they went. Can't even send a text.
junk: Sick. Headaches and lower back pains. Fever during nights and dirty teeth during the day.
blood: My blood is blue, redness is gone as my skin burns in the sunlight when we go up the chair lift. Tempted to jump and break a few bones. Spill my gloriously rich blue blood all over the snow. The fresh powder near the trees fall under the weight of my blood. They roll into a ball and the warmth is felt all around. Down it goes. Meet my body on the top. Meet my blood down the slopes. By the village, perchance.
spills: Fakes kill.

아아. 학교가구싶다. 가족말구다른인간들의얼굴들이그립다.
어렵게살기는실은데, 계속어렵게살게되네. 아퍼서인지, 오늘무엇이되게힘들다. 쉬는것두힘드넹. ㅋㅋ.