We're coming up on the end of the year
and a new horizon soars closer every day.
I don't want to leave this place,
yet every day I long to be gone.
This new place I'm heading is so frightening,
I'm not ready to go, but I should've been gone years ago.
I don't want to leave these people,
yet I'm so done with them.
I'm so scared of what high school will hold.
I'm scared of being away from these people I've come to know.
I am so, so frightened.
I suppose I'll just hold on for now.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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