School is in full motion now. No time to stop and smell the roses, only enough time to consume copious amounts of Captain Morgan. This is what my life has, and in times of great stress, become.
My only hope for rescue comes in the serenity that I feel with the pen and paper, old school like curled up someplace with my eyes a’ spyin.
I’ve been but. I must be doing something right, I’m dreaming again.
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gimme your dreams
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