twenty-four hours i wish for heaven twenty-three are spent indifferently and uncaringly and this is how my day is every day sitting in my room because i have nothing else to do for now, every day watch me as i shuffle along to the drummer's beat insert your personality here bitchy, maybe but i have no time im flying into my destruction walking into a fire and maybe i worry too much slamming into the window cause every day i don't escape is a bad day. but it looks like everythings picking upBirth sign: Aries
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