Summer's been good so far but the noises of the stampede called college can be heard louder and closer every day we near towards our departure of this little bubble called Chino Hills. Bring it, cuz I finally feel like I'm ready to face the music.
"Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Seperate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation"
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