Something I've noticed is that in the summer the poems I write are usually all fluffy and happy, but in the winter they turn dark and angsty. That is when my depression kicks in, but this year it hasn't been bothering me. Maybe my poems are my outlet.
Talk to Ashley about the spirit she attacked yesterday, she said that she wouldn't have done it had she known it really was a little girl. She's used to things posing as little girls. Still, she reacted a bit too quickly and a bit too violently for my tastes. Hmm. I'll think about that later.
Talk to Ashley about the spirit she attacked yesterday, she said that she wouldn't have done it had she known it really was a little girl. She's used to things posing as little girls. Still, she reacted a bit too quickly and a bit too violently for my tastes. Hmm. I'll think about that later.
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