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1/27/1999
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Strange.
How I feel to go home and yet I still cannot go back yet I want to very much indeed.
Soon.
Is the time very close to me.
It comes nearer and closer each and every passing day.
Quickly now.
Break is almost here.
I am soon free.
To be home yet I still cannot go back.
For.
What is there to do but lay around all day?
Each hour here is a second each second at home is an hour.
What time is now that I have no watch?
To come upon me, the time will.
And I will be there, too.
When break arrives it is up to me to know if I can make it back.
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