I don't like writing. It's rather funny, I tend to write and get creative only when I'm sad / in a relationship. None of that matters though, I'm okay, other than feeling a millions times sleepy (probably because of the heat.) The school year is coming to an end, and then time will move on and different things will happen, change will occur. There is an infinite amount of change, and I want to welcome it with timid arms.
Spring is finally here,
and now you are gone.
I train my mind not to wander,
forgotten, forgotten, forgotten.
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