Chapter 19

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Day 4, Florida

Today's day 4. Tomorrows the last day .

For today I put on a white tank top , blue jeans , a flannel , and a grey sweater.

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Addi👽:Hey
Zach👻:Hey babe
Leigha💀:what's up
Nick 😏:Hey
Addi👽: I'm so exited for the show
Zach👻:Same
Nick😏: Same
Leigha💀: same
Addi👽: but tommarow is the last day 😔😭
Zach👻:I know it so sad
Addi👽:I'm going to miss you guys
Timmy🎤:the shows about to start ,Addi your next
Addi👽:oh shit , I'm on my way

Me and Zach rush to the show .
I hear " next up is BruhItsAddi.

"Hey guys , today I'm going to sing Stressed out by 21 Pilots.

Lyrics
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "wake up, you need to make money."

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

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