i keep imagining im me, going back to some onlookers of sitting on the edge of the sandbox, and watching him as he played alone...making his little sandcastles with his little red bucket. my mind right now is only focussing on that and i cant escape it. i keep imagining he is content with playing in the sandbox by himself cos he has become accustomed to not having any friends to be with. and that makes me so sad. i dont know if this even happened in real life...but for some reason...i dont know what...thats all my mind wants to see...him playing in the sandbox...and him watching other kids playing so happily with each other...and going back to his sandcastle...sitting quietly
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