I write a journal every day in my head.
I smile, I cry, I laugh, I frown. I even curse.
And then i tear it into pieces and watch it burn.
I burn a journal every day in my head.
And then i wish i had just written it on pieces of paper instead.
In black, in blue, in red and green.
And then torn it to pieces and watched it burn for real.
I smile, I cry, I laugh, I frown. I even curse.
And then i tear it into pieces and watch it burn.
I burn a journal every day in my head.
And then i wish i had just written it on pieces of paper instead.
In black, in blue, in red and green.
And then torn it to pieces and watched it burn for real.
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