Float through stars.
You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
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Finally exams are over.. Its a Saturday night but I'm home. I don't know. I don't think I am what I was before. Just don't get the same amount of freedom.. Hmm and everything's going out of hand at the moment. I'm tired. Haha, tired of pleasing those around me. And I don't feel like hanging on anymore..
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Meow. I'm desperately looking for a job! I hope I'd be able to find one soon. I feel like sleeping. Tired....., ah screw it.
Goodnight.
Xoxo,
Mel.