Posted in Memoirs

A Day At Camp (#16/22)

I am going to skip the long entry today. 

I am not interested in writing anymore.

I am tired of complaining about the intensity of the sun.

I am just a shadow on the ground now.

I am not even sure what day today is.

I am tired of camp.

I am going to sleep now.

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I am that woman with the eyes of innocence, the personality of a dreamer and a heart made of gold in its purest form.

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