Please help me

October 12, 2014

The world is slowly winding down
My english teacher tells me to never use cliches
When I can form my own orignal thoughts

But it’s just so hard
When I love you to the moon and back

And when the leaky faucet won’t stop creaking
The stars don’t seem to pour down as easily

The flashing sensations just won’t stop
Acquitting themselves in a mob

Racing racing
We just may never see the light

I’ll miss you so much
But it’s time I go

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