Arms crossed in anticipation, awakening to a bright new day that is all I need; true beauty comes in waves, meaning some days ain't so special as others. I seem to fill those moments with bickering and fighting yelling away my entire life. I won't let it pull me under; so here I rest quietly in a cool winters breeze.
Stressed Out!
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