i sit in jsc thinking why did they do this to me? i want to get out so badly. i need to do good. jsc don't scare me, they just people tellin you what to do. if they think i'm scared they can think again, cuz i ain't. so i get out, and get all excited then having to come back to chc sucks. but i deal with it.
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