On the 19th
June 2013, I waited with anticipation as the clock’s second hand ticked for
that last time back round to 3.00pm. As
it did this I silently chanted “summer, summer, summer”. That familiar voice
finally arrived “Please put down you pens and stop writing”. It was finally
over, all I had to do now was look
forward to the endless summer parties, BBQ’s, prom and festivals that my mind
had fictionally perceived to be what summer was going to be. Follow my posts to
see how great my summer really turned out? #Mytragiclife
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