...let your sweaty embrace open wide. 'Cause Atlanta, I'm falling, like some people do, and I need all your ground to survive.
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"Spent my days with doctors, and my nights with crooks, and all of them who'd sell me for a song.
So I'm here."
"Dreams are the eraser dust that I blow off my page;
they fade into the emptiness, another dark, gray day.
Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then.
Dreams are just eraser dust, so now I use a pen."
So I'm here."
"Dreams are the eraser dust that I blow off my page;
they fade into the emptiness, another dark, gray day.
Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then.
Dreams are just eraser dust, so now I use a pen."
About Me
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- Live life on your own terms and no one else's. At the end of it all, the lessons, the regrets, and the moments, are yours and yours alone; follow your heart.
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