Little Things
Lights out, headphones on, Beats flowing through my head. Can’t believe she’s gone, Can’t even get out of bed. All that’s real is the music, It takes me to a different place, the message is free for how I use it, puts a pathetic smile on my face. because when your world is turned over and every single breath stings, your heart is getting colder, you have to enjoy the little things.
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cootiebear
Hey, I'm Josh. I'm 16 years old, I play a lot of sports and I enjoy poetry. Ladies.. I may soon be single. I'm a member of the improv team at my school, and when I'm with my bestfriends, I enjoy engaging in freestyle rap.
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