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I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me. It's Like All I Can Do Is Keep Writing This Gibberish To Keep From Breaking Apart.

I Really Think That Everyone Should Have Watercolors, Magnetic Poetry, And A Harmonica.

I Have Decided That Maybe I Want To Write When I Grow Up. I Just Don't Know What I Would Write.

I Would Give Someone A Record So They Could Love The Record, Not So They Would Always Know That I Gave It To Them.

My Dad Said I Did The Right Thing. I Hope I Did, But It's Hard To Tell Sometimes.