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When I was a little boy, my father shot himself in the head every morning before I went to school. He only had one eye.

Is your love a rainbow?

Do you sing out loud when you are alone?

Are you growing?

Is everything ok?

Are you growing in the garden of I don't know?

I was angry. I didn't mean to be so loud. I was just like whatever. I was crowed. I did something bad.