Jan 2019
Everyday
for me is the same.
Wake up,
know what to expect,
go back to bed,
same old thing again.
But I am here,
waiting for something exiting to apear.
for me is the same.
Wake up,
know what to expect,
go back to bed,
same old thing again.
But I am here,
waiting for something exiting to apear.
Maybe I should just be glad that I'm alive and well in the first place...
(19/F/Playing the piano...)
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