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Plug Drugs Diary December 26th
For Christmas my parents got me gloves, a pair of running shoes, a set of drums, a piano, a skateboard, a bicycle, 10 rock climbing lessons, a ladder, a hammer, a pair of scissors, and Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing. I have no function remaining in my arms or legs. They know this.

When I was a little kid my mother thought i developed slow. So once when I was six she put me in retard room. The teacher didn't care if my eyes got poked by black jerks. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly, I crept out into a study hall, and I could breath. But something else had changed inside of me. That day I got nauseous from numbers.