Chapter 7

I can’t stop thinking about drinking out the faucet
Climbing on the counter for the juicies
Now we stand up for the buries
Carry the casket nothing like it, dreaming about filling my grocery basket
Gave me the task and motivation to succeed
I believe have you seen anything
As bright as me
Keep going stay safe as long as I don’t go back to those moldy hallways
I’ll be here always–stay.