How Can I?
You call me at twelve o'clock
And I’m always here to listen
I’m always there to give you comfort
But now, I’m about to go missin
Will you still know I care for you
When I can’t call you back?
Will you cry even more when I don’t?
Will you think that I lack?
How can I sleep knowing you need me?
How can I dream knowing you’re crying?
How can I give you a metaphorical hug
When I’m not allowed to be trying?
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Heather The Tired Writer
Heyyy there~ I'm Heather. I'm tired. I'm still a minor (so to ~those~ accounts, leave me out of it please). And life is confusing. I am an amateur writer who mainly focuses on writing original stories, but I occasionally do some fanfiction and poetry. Aside from that, I am also a crappy artist, piano player, music student, and programmer. I also am a really big anime, musical, and animation in general nerd. The complete list of fandoms is waaay too long, so drop me a dm and ask if I enjoy the same thing you do (chances are, I do.) If you'd like to see more of me, you can follow me on... Tumblr: Heatherthetiredwriter DeviantArt: Heatherforrealz Wattpad: Heatherforreal Discord: Heather Is Very Tired Fanfiction.Net: heatherthetiredwriter Fictionpress: heatherthetiredwriter Anyways, this has been fun. Thanks for reading my profile! Have a wonderful day! With Love, ~Heather
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