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Plaid jumpers squirm and itch, fidgeting piously;
The Almighty hangs above, immaculate
'Neath the roof of His universal abode;
A chorus of Mary Janes reverberates through the soul
Plaid jumpers squirm and itch, fidgeting piously;
The Almighty hangs above, immaculate
'Neath the roof of His universal abode;
A chorus of Mary Janes reverberates through the soul
I Grew Up
Not in a way I wanted to
They say your body is a temple
You decied who you let in
I did not to have that choice
I was vandalized
I was hurt and filled with angry
She sleeps in my bed, wears my clothes, and mom holds her dear; but she is not me.
She goes to my classes, speaks like me, and dad holds her dear; but she is not me.
I'm Losing them.
What will I do?
midnight trips
laughter by the fire—
all Gone,
faded Memories.
What will I do—
getting drunk on good vibes
all those sleepless nights
The proximity to death and life get closer when you lose people
Yet you realize the extremity of value that they both bring.
One is as if they're right there and you can reach them
