Lord if you see me, please come my way.
Leaving breadcrumbs for when i stray,
My sacrifice for the price you paid.
Feel me like a fingertip
sometimes i fall, i slip.
My heart felt desire: be more like you.
Summer School is exhausting me..
but im gonna make it.
40 credits freshmen year isnt bad,
and England ima coming!
The difference between
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