Sleep escapes me.
Time slips through my fingers once again.
I read somewhere once:
"The holes between our fingers are meant for someone else to place theirs there."
Maybe if you were here,
Time wouldn't slip.
Maybe it could stop for us..
Maybe for a little while
About Me
- Type Something Clever Here
- I am not anything extrordinary. I am not sailing around the world at the age of 13 or breaking a world record. I am not anything original. I am just a very different girl trying to survive in the first generation of a new highschool. This is my life. That's it.
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