Prolouge

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I sit here writing more and more lyrics on to my ugly old journal. These songs are never going to be heard in never going to be heard I don't even see the point as to why I do it.

As I get too frustrated to find words I quit I put my journal under my desk and sit up. Looking at all my posters of things like the walking dead suicide squad deadpool and way too many bands to name I persuade myself into counting how many days till I go see five seconds of summer. It seems like forever when it's actually two days but those two days are school days. Which means I'll have way too much stress over the two days to deal with.

Why can't it be tomorrow....

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