Category: hits
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But Now
I wanna call your number But I won’t I wanna text your line But I won’t Would love to spend some time But there’s no use Because we’ve grown apart Like the ground and the sky We don’t mix Like oil and water We were a dream But you stayed awake There was a time…
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Overcoming Challenges in Life’s Race
I been running this race Chasing after chase White Nike’s, double knot on a crisp lace I hit the track as soon as the whistle blew I struggled to keep pace With the person I once knew I was neck in neck with her Then I fell behind Sweat poured from my brow Definite stubborn…
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Short Thought: Way Up
It’s not uncommon to get hit with a few storms on your way up. Love always, Ayesha
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Passing On To Glory
Passing On To Glory All I hear is condolences Rolling off grief stricken tongues They hit me Like hard pebbles meant for skipping They tell the tale of a daughter Who lost her father last week Kind faces filled with sympathy towards me Are hurtful and bring no relief But through sorrow we heal together…
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