People always ask me if I'm happy; if I still like to draw, but my answer always comes out " I use to".
I use to sit in class and dream. I use to find joy in music. I use to see greatness in my accomplishments. I use to feel like I was floating on cloud 9. I just use to.
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
