I Move A Lot
Every year it’s the same
Pack the boxes, write your name
A different story, but the same game
I move a lot
In a new house but not my home
Unpack the hairbrush and the combo
Realize you broke the garden gnome
I move a lot
It seems any time I settle
Any time I make a friend
The world comes crashing down on me
And it does end
It seems any time I feel happy
Any time I am content
You’d think making me unhappy
Is their evil intent
Every year it is the same
Pack the boxes, sign my name
A different town, but the same game
I move a lot
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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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