wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
can't get no love without sacrifice
if anything should happen, i guess i wish you well
a little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell
- mika

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mika never sounded sadder.
odd, i guess that is what growing old makes you.
reminiscing and thinking about everything past.
as many promises i tell myself about the future, doesnt exactly work.

well, time waits for no man.
my secret like for marshmallows in hot chocolate,
falling asleep in hoodies smelling of clean cotton.

in slightly under two hours,
i turn twenty one.
the consideration to sleep through it runs very high.

okay before it gets worse,
off i go.

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