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๐ทโญห๏ฝกโ
โโกโห ๐ฆขใปโโกโห ใปโโกโห ๐ฆขใปโโกโห ใปโโกโห ๐ฆขใปโโกโห ใปโโกโห ๐ฆขใปโโกโห ใปโ
โ๏ฝกหเญจเญงห๏ฝกโ๐ฌ๐๐โ๏ฝกหเญจเญงห๏ฝกโ
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
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just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
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just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
just gota make it to friday
Ultraviolence>>>>>>
and a lot was with him
then the next thing i know im looking at the fucking calories at the back
While listening to โwayamayaโ by lana del rey (lizzy grant) made me feel all good about summer. Here in my hometown is hot as fuck. And Iโm dying from the heat; summer is hot and floral. Not floral as in โfull of flowersโ but the atmosphere of it. Like, singing country songs while running through the fields full of green and flowers, with the sun shining and hitting on my head; but I put a hat over my head and a pair of sunglasses, happy with what I have. My mother has brought me up this way: free and young. She says that we can be 80years old and still feel young and free. In fact, she had taught me to keep living through everything, either hard or easy. She has taught me to be easygoing, thoughtless and free; the most important part is to live the carpe diem or nocte diem. So, to live the present day; the โmeโ of today. Is it possible to be you when you want to be you? Yes.
So can I be free and easygoing, today? Of course.
The point is: be happy with what you have. You have little money, no worries. Live the little things you have around you. Itโs not hard you know? I am writing this while being me. Itโs summer and itโs hot as hell, but I keep on running through these fields of words; unknown words. Like me.
I might know who I am and how I am, but you donโt. Am I running now through your mind?
Oh yes I am.
I might be crazy but what I say is true.
Us, poets, have the right to control readersโ thoughts. We have a unique talent; dancing to elvis presleyโs harmonies and putting words in a sheet paper. We are all set to follow the command of our creativity, which allows us to put words together and to bring the imagination of something impossible into your eyes.
And thatโs why we are poets. We are big wave surfers living in the Wayamaya bay.
i'm just a kid
i never use my brain
i only use my heart
and my imagination
Literally...
Me fr
in the land if gods and monsters i was an angel สษ