I sit on a very warm bench, That feeling is amplified, By the pain of my team asking me for water to pass (not a balllll). The basketball coach is actually my dad, He just stares and looks at me, Says it’s very scary that I’m a Red Leaf. Oh daddddd. Dad . . . COACH! SORRY . . . you have any plans for me? ‘Cause if not I’m gonna try out for ultimate frisbee, I wanna throw a basketball and be free. Don’t ask where I throw the b-ball, It’s definitely where it’s meant to be, I’m a…
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The Peak is proud to publish this beautiful love song that absolutely rivals the likes of Lana Del Rey, Paul Anka, and whoever sang “Take Me Home Country Roads.” Enjoy. We met on Hinge, I wanted to take it slow.…
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Going to bed with a DIY spray tan, Summertime classes. Waking up for an 8:00 a.m., My summertime classes. I’ve got my backpack on today, Dreaming of a day when I could be away. Anywhere, but here in this…
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