I might save my world"
the smell of the History room,
of summer, as we walked around the grass,
as we all traded happiness for happiness,
the exchange rate grew,
how we got older,
we never knew!
Pretend that you are free,
only this time, know that you are
that this shoelace will not come undone
that this Peace will find room in your Room
that Music will save you & me.
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