I dying, people. So I've decided to start packing up and leave. And that's what I'm doing. Goodbye, dearest friends. Kiss Jake R. Caldefore for me. Tell him I'll miss him and I still love him. Let him know. |
To the teachers of this beloved school,
I must say farewell...
Blue top,
White bottom...
Another
Little...
The calm
The wait...
The little girl down the road,
Her wavy hair...
One day I decided to walk to the end of the world
Where the skies are dark...
You can wish on stars,
You can blow a candle...
I step
I dance...
I'm losing my mind
And my face...
No one's here any longer.
My beloved boats are docked at the harbor, rusting...
My mind's a twisted tree, standing, stripped of leaves, in the dark sky. The dry ground is slowly killing me, driving me to the brink of insanity... |
Have friends. If you don't, who knows what will happen when you become The President of the United States. |
They ran, screaming, around in circles frightened when the frightening zombies frightened them because they were frightened. |