I have always been told to stop daydreaming. But what can you do when there is chalk being breathed into your lungs from a lecture of little importance? What other escape is there but to make white string ghost people start living? There is no way to see above the great brick wall that is only so slightly over the tiptoes of my feet. I have learned no other defense. My dreams are all that I have left.
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