Tryna look at life through a pragmatic lens
I tend to find my mind in an abstracted bend
The future is untold and unwritten
I guess that’s why I got some fear of commitment
Is it me or only the vibe that surrounds me?
Hard to tell when my judgment is heavily cloudy
I wanna be where the grass is luscious and greener
Gotta change my scene or alter my demeanor
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Spiritual
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I think I have spent too long adjusting my demeanour... I'm ready for a change of scene!
Starting to agree with that part a lot more!
I love this lots 🙂
Thank you’re too kind 😁
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