Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
For F$@%s sake, John, where’s Timmy?
Next time I’ll take the train…
The forest stole the poor boy.
Instead, she continued on and ran.
Sometimes you have to walk away
It always starts with “Why not?”…
When you have to go. Go!
I realized that I could fly.
My hands are cold.Fuck it
Summer vanished and took my heart.
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For F$@%s sake, John, where’s Timmy?
Next time I’ll take the train…
The forest stole the poor boy.
Instead, she continued on and ran.
Sometimes you have to walk away
It always starts with “Why not?”…
When you have to go. Go!
I realized that I could fly.
My hands are cold.Fuck it
Summer vanished and took my heart.