• it's always so busy, this life i've got no time to myself every second of mine is bustle hurry, run but it's okay, i don't mine it makes me feel like i'm actually getting stuff done the weeks fly by into weekends homework, music, school, gymnastics i let it consume me, eat me alive i don't fight it, because we're not winning we're just going out in style big old dreams float through my airwaves they seem more real now, more reachable two more years and i'm out two more crazy intoxicating life changing years i hate when people think no one understands them we all bleed the same blood, cry the same tears we all have roots that break and bend and lend to pain that's why i write in here instead of complaining Did you know the english language is declining? It'a a huge epidemic in a strange way i'm kind of scared society will just collapse on it's own fortress because we've all forgotten how to think creatively

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