So I found my guiding light
Lambent, flashing red and white
Through a starry night
I'm better nowhere-bound
Than drowning on your solid ground
Although my room is pretty, and colourful, and pretty colourful, sitting in here all day long highlighting stuff, memorising formulas and making notes can make you go crazy.
This is me fourteen years and 364 days old. I wonder if I'll be any different when I turn fifteen. You tell me okay?
*
"Are you EVER going to grow up?" They asked her.
"I don't know." She shrugged. "Why don't you ask me tomorrow?"
*
If I had known then That these things happen Would they have happened with you?
I didn't think I could feel this way.
I didn't think I could feel this way about you.
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