life threw me lemons,
i made lemonade,
i poured it into cups,
and gave em away
life threw me sand,
i built a sand castle,
i built a dungeon,
and the prisoner was me
life threw me bricks,
i broke down,
i built a foundation,
and i started to breathe
life threw me ashes,
i swept them up,
i climbed up a mountain,
and i set them free.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
Wow.
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