Think. Think. Think, time is wasted yet at once it's used, thoughts keep racing I'm amused. Missing hope through out the sky, drowning out the music deep inside. Think about it 😶
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Time to think By abigail
Think. Think. Think, time is wasted yet at once it's used, thoughts keep racing I'm amused. Missing hope through out the sky, drowning out the music deep inside. Think about it 😶
