You'll be here for 19 hours.
I don't think I can handle 19 hours of you.
Wish me luck she won't tare my soul out before the weekends out.
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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