When my Sun is bright.
It's because of you.
Even though I can't think right.
With this game, I continue.
When my Moon eclipses the sun.
I'm trying to hide.
Sorrow can be so much fun.
Because I've already died.
Darkness might describe us.
Unlikely would fit too.
Welcome to the regrets bus.
How and what did you do?
I've done a lot you would judge me for.
But you might relate.
Of my soul, I am poor.
Of my soul, I am great.
Keep giving me chances.
I naturally don't deserve.
Stop giving me chances.
My heart, I won't reserve.
I fantasize about someone who might be fake.
But they also may be real.
Like deciding either a pony or a drake.
It truly isn't a hard ordeal.
Make my heart flutter.
Make my heart revive.
I will melt like butter.
This stuff keeps me alive.
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My Thoughts In High School
DiversosJust a collection of thoughts to get me through life, and hopefully will help you guys too! Note: I wrote this in my Freshman year (first year of high school in the United States), so the grammar is horrible, and it's cheesy, but I want to leave th...
