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Slobozia -- Grey blocks of four-levelled enclosure. Nostalgic claustrophobia in its smoggiest form; A transient world of ghetto life. Constanta -- Sun shines brightest when you’re awake. Balmy nights abolish responsibility; Youth caress their blessed age. Buchuresti -- Homeless children, indifferent businessmen. Lock me in a box where I am safe; The land of giants. Urziceni -- Smell of freshly baked bread in every block. We play soccer with small-town visitors; Pleasant weekends. Back to school on Monday. Marea Neagra (The Black Sea) -- Nightlife dominating the streets with music. Picasso effect: grand resorts with mini

Through the undulation I could make out brand new eyes, Pretty, pouted lips alike ripe cherries, A youthful, seamless forehead, free of engraved misery; His kindness is forever sure… Days went by and I remained picturesque, Finally, deserving of romantic love. Self-hatred and fruitless envy had vanished; He saveth my soul… The fountain flowed to quench a thirsty covet, And I had bathed in a fresh, cooling freedom, Splashing around infantile; Tis he who cleansed me from sin… One day the fountain had stopped spitting. Pristine tears struggled to protect my skin from drying, But my cracked lips ached to kiss someone

Life is a neverending responsibility. Wohoo! Daughter got into college! Gotta kill my no-good fat friend.

Distractions are banished, replaced with hard work! Study time begins! Now, FOCUS! -- I got a puppyyyyyy!!!