The Summers That Have Been Imperfect.
When the school year comes to a close, and the sweet smell of the freedom of summer comes near, I often find that a weight begins to sit on my shoulders, the need for every second to be perfect.
7 Sept 2025 11:56
When the school year comes to a close, and the sweet smell of the freedom of summer comes near, I often find that a weight begins to sit on my shoulders, the need for every second to be perfect.
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