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February 20th, 2019 was the most productive day I've had in years. woke up at 8:30 after sleeping at 2:30 am grinding actually got everything done and even had time to run two miles and clean up my whole room.
I wish I was normal. I wish I was just like you. Well, maybe not “JUST” like you, but close enough. Close enough to fit in like you. Close enough to blend in with the crowd
addicted to zoning out but still learning about growing out my mind is always filled with doubt as I drop the ashes into the grout I wonder why I'm a social drought
He put a razor inside my lunch pale Along with heads or tails I know he's hinting death As I hide behind my veil Need a pair of clippers To cut my cutthroat nails And I red pair of scissors
Don’t bend yourself To fit the mold. Break it; make it yours. Be the person You want to be. Ignore their hateful scorn. Step back and take A look at yourself.
I am an American Born and raised But Society tells me that my race was enslaved. "WAS" I say Because obviously we still are To me we are everything but by far.
Its a shame i'm seeing more coffins then diplomas More babies, more mothers, no fathers just sperm donors And life just don't Condon us to reach for those personas that developed into careers with fancy houses and chandlers.