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I don't like to force a poem |
If you were to pick me up
I'd tell you how you are...
I imagine you across from me
Or sitting by my side...
A gentle soul, a butterfly
Wisps and floats right on by...
If you wanna lay next to me
Lay next to me...
I remember the last time I had these cakes
You and me under the streetlight...
Walk down the street
Listen to your feet...
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If God wanted you to fear him, he would have made fear feel good. |
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If you're okay with not winning, you can't lose. |
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How you feel right now in this moment is more important than any kind of regimen. |