tshere are still a few days left on the calendar, but I have already spent them being afraid of September.
my summer is ending before summer ends.ichool hasn't even started yet.
t hasn't even started yet
BWut forAill grasp at my feathers
Wnd maybe the sea
Aill betray me
And maybe my wings
Bre worth the plummet
Tut because some things
Nhat I can survive
Dot because I truly believe
Toomed to fall, yet I still fly closer
Shen I must be Icarus
Io brightly shining
f you are the sun