voici mon histoire ..
This is until i get a Journal, until i figure myself out.
Honestly, I don’t know who I am.
In my opinion I am everything people say I am because there’s a reason they’re saying it. Right?
Just a matter of time till all the piles of words or statements build up around me.
I put a lot of thought into who I am, who I can be but I don’t interest myself.
You see, I walk around with my head up high and a mug frowned right across my jaw.. I don’t care to smile.
Being nothing feels Great most of the time.
Who is this?
Who is this excused soul…?
I can lay for hours and not care to get up
Im crashing..
Im a dreamer..no. Im an sleepwalker.
Im just a confused lost girl.
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