Maddening days of crazed heat
And we complain , and we weep
Dreaming of our next peaceful sleep
Dreaming of the day we'll live in a happy bubble again cause
Ignorance is bliss
Echos sound from our thoughts; our thoughts aren't pretty at all but our laugh is.
Me (right) and Maddie ( left ) ^
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
