Her endless diary entries
Methinks already from this chemic flame, I see a city of more precious mould: Rich as the town which gives the Indies name, With silver paved, and all divine with gold.
Answer:
I hate my school and neighborhood, I miss where I used to live and I miss how things used to be when I was happier. I don't want to grow up but I only have a few years left.
Explanation:
Please don't try to grow up so fast.
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