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Everyday feels like a different year. when I open my eyes to the lightly sun lit sky I'm faced with the same deceiving question, WHO DO YOU WANNA BE TODAY? Naturally, I try to get into the circulating acceleration of becoming someone new. someone better. Monday I'll act older, tougher, meaner Tuesday, I am sick of myself already Wednesdays reality always brings kindness and an exciting extroverted perspective Thursday I'm in love with the sun Friday I'm isolated with the moon the weekend sheds no time to be anything other then a sparrow. Sunday, a change in action. as if a extraterrestrial source was watching, seen me morph throughout the week I faced the abnormal question that brought some sort of relief, IS THIS YOU?
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
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Everyday feels like a different year. when I open my eyes to the lightly sun lit sky I'm faced with the same deceiving question, WHO DO YOU WANNA BE TODAY? Naturally, I try to get into the circulating acceleration of becoming someone new. someone better. Monday I'll act older, tougher, meaner Tuesday, I am sick of myself already Wednesdays reality always brings kindness and an exciting extroverted perspective Thursday I'm in love with the sun Friday I'm isolated with the moon the weekend sheds no time to be anything other then a sparrow. Sunday, a change in action. as if a extraterrestrial source was watching, seen me morph throughout the week I faced the abnormal question that brought some sort of relief, IS THIS YOU?
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
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