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Breezes of the wind, I feel it Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel.. My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one I feel like souring, my soul, my guide Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
JC: When darkness seems to take you on, and waters rush, and the storms brew strong: The world is supposed to be this way. Don’t be discouraged. Don’t fall astray.  
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
The weekend seemed so far away It almost felt like the week would stay It’s finally here, So let’s give a cheer, I’ll make through the academic year!
I am up stil lawake I don't do anything  So I have no reason to still be up the late Maybe I'll grab something to eat But usually I just wait  The best part is when I sleep
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