Its like picking up trash in dresses.
I can see many groups of teens, dressed in formal attire, from my seat in the library.
Gotta love regrets.
I wish I went to prom.
I can recall three or four years ago, attempting to explain the importance of prom to evan, and how he'd miss out on so much not going.
Don't get me wrong, I don't miss high school.
Just miss all the important milestones is all.
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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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