Mood: Malaise.
Song: Lost my Mind - As Tall As Lions
Now you're
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
I miss the feeling of warmth running through my veins.
The constant flow of happy.
I miss knowing what to expect,
Or at least liking the everyday routine.
I miss my innocence.
I miss simplicity.
I miss B3.
I miss it's drama.
I miss Weekly.
I miss Bri.
I miss Eric.
I miss eighth grade.
I miss straight A's.
I miss being the good kid.
I miss being straight edge.
I miss my fresh v****a smell.
I miss art of freshman year.
What more can I miss?
Oh, if only you knew.
But things will change,
as things must.
and this year will be my year to come out on top.
I'm going back "home" school wise,
and I'm really looking forward to it.
I've been writing a lot lately.
Thanks to my Conquest.
I only have one place where I can always be real.
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Missa Defunctorum
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