the nightingale sings gentle lullabies

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ah, la peaceful melodies Y

Y6:14 PM

Time to time again challenges in school remind me how much I miss my classmates and bestfriends in BV. Where everyone belonged, where everyone was in, where everyone loved one another. Being alone is good sometimes. I guess.