all these words that I've accounted for, never fear another day, always charged but I need more, make me take away... tell me now, can you hear the sound of all these people falling down? growing back into the ground let me smile again...
Things are happening and yet they aren't. Things have happened so why can't I just let them be that and that alone? The past. Fuck the fucking past. but I can't forget, I can't seem to let go. I need to let go of it because it's dragging me under, taking me over. Everything here seems to be all pretentious and crappily poetic... it isn't intended this way.
She said I can move schools, but what's the point? Ludlow is shit, yeah, but is it really going to be any better anywhere else? And I know people here. I don't know what to do. I want to move... but maybe I don't. I don't know. I'm confused.
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