The day as it is

by nat   Mar 5, 2008


This room is filled with simple, dyslexic people who drive me mad, breath heavily, talk to walls, slurp their coffee in an annoyingly manner and are all very different in their own unique ways, who are all loved by someone, hated by someone and admired by someone. There are all different shapes, sizes, colours, strengths and much more, but they are all very interesting and all have there own story to tell, all people are different and no ones the same!

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