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The grass is green. Except it it dies it's yellow. And the grass is not greener on the other side of the fence, in fact, there is no grass on the other side of the fence. There is the end of a road. Or speaking logically, we don't have a fence. We have a long bush that goes around our yard and plays the part of the fence. I know because I live here.
I regret cutting my hair. It's gonna be a bigger thing than it's supposed to be at school. At least I look alternative now. Even if it does look girly, and I wanna appear more manly. No hate to girly girls and boys though, it's just not really my thing.
Do you know how dogs walk? So do I, you're not special, we're equal, and that's why we have equal rights. If you don't know how dogs walk, you should still have equal rights to us since you're a living human, which makes you human.