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Published: Sep 1, 2014

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You

At peace within this tranquil garden,

I picture the moments where I've made you smile.

Those times are endlessly precious to me,

I think they're worth the while.

They're worth the time I've spent with you,

Even if it wasn't long.

I only wish I'd spent a little more,

Before our love was gone.

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Here is a sudden piece by Chennie. He messaged me today to post it up for you all. By the way, just for those who don't know yet; He got another round of a lung infection, which basically means he can't do any voice work.

More than likely this has made him severely depressed, he's been cooped up in his room moping for some time now, so try not to poke him too much, or he may bite.

That's all from us, be safe all of you who're going back to school! Try not to get bummed out too fast!

-Co-Captain Hayes

_{P.S. Try to send Chennie some kind words and encouragement for when he comes back, it'll definitely bring a big smile to his face, and new warmth to his heart <3 we all care about him so much, so lets make sure he knows it!}