There are good days and there are bad days.
There are days that you want to plant flowers and hug strangers.
There are days when you want everyone to die in a fire.
Some people say that every day is a gift.
They clearly belong in group number two.
I have completely lost my ability to write.
My hands should be replaced with flippers.
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