Sunday at 3:05 PM
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I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
No tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven unless its roots reach down to Hell.
Great Day 05.18.13
- Volunteered to feed the hungry.
- Turned up with my niggas.
- Freestyling.
- Grip. <3
- Watched couple good ass movies.
- Chinese.
- Johnny Rockets.
- MryJne.
- Madison’s new car.
- Pookie.
- Madison.
- The bits of banana in my banana milkshake.
- Idk wut els.
