School Didn't Work For Me. I Hated

Things Seemed To Go Back And Forth Between Reality And Imagination--except That It Was All Reality.

He Did Not Know How Long It Took, But Later He Looked Back On This Time Of Crying In The Corner Of The Dark Cave And Thought Of It As When He Learned The Most Important Rule Of Survival, Which Was That Feeling Sorry For Yourself Didn't Work. It Wasn't Just That It Was Wrong To Do, Or That It Was Considered Incorrect. It Was More Than That--it Didn't Work.

School Didn't Work For Me. I Hated It.

He Had To Keep Thinking Of Them Because If He Forgot Them And Did Not Think Of Them They Might Forget About Him. And He Had To Keep Hoping.

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