School is a windstorm.
I am a small, flailing branch;
Hanging, dreary, me.
Without sweet eyes I
breathe heavy breaths and work to
stay afloat. You: strong.
School is a windstorm.
I am a small, flailing branch;
Hanging, dreary, me.
Without sweet eyes I
breathe heavy breaths and work to
stay afloat. You: strong.
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