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⚡👌🏼⚡ What does this mean to you? To some it means "okay.." To some it's a game to play which when looked at allows you to punch that person.. To some it means the number 3.. To some it means 666.. To some it may be a severely incorrect way to attempt to snap one's fingers.. Let me tell you why each of these applies to and is significant to our Snaps Fam.. ** Because we are okay, we are going to be okay It is going to be okay, and then it will be better. Fun in the form of games we play, pranks we pull, jokes we say.. It breaks us from our fetters Of society Mindlessly indulging Into habits of straying away from 3 A reminder that 3 represents divinity Holy Trinity between Infinite Spirit, Self, and Community Additionally Triple 6 is not for Satan's flock, Instead it is bounty, positivity, and best of luck Angelic proof that Light awaits to rear the storm With selfless love in two open arms to hold And no, that's not...

Candlelit calling To enjoy a foreign aroma Remedy me In sultry Smoke kisses Wafting Spirits lifted Memories sifted For taboo treasures Gifted in the form Of extreme measures Hardships The way soft hands develop callous To gain strength and resilience In forward movement Internal growth Yields communal improvement For those claiming they do the most When they're barely even manning their posts Neither teacher nor preacher Simply observer and student Got volumes of notebooks I been scribbling from coast to coast

Extrasensory Perception from within Her soul-spilled canvas

I wanna hear you snap and I'll react Wordplay witty I've been talking pretty since flashback Nowadays I'm still that Girl with a backpack Full of notebooks and snack packs Pocket full of shit talk and I’m fresh outta take-backs No stranger to the cold So I don't take shit personal You gotta feed your mind daily To quench a starving soul Let go of your need control Delve more deeply into discipline Focus on finding balance Instead of drowning in restrictions My mission starts with sound intentions, Big dreams to change the world Some insist I got a heart of gold Truly, just an ordinary girl With stellar goals and harsh memories Hard times that never leave me Let them lift me up and lead me Instead of lying down, beaten and bleeding They told me to stop dreaming But the clouds are where I stay gleaming Reflected where I once projected Meditated where I once medicated Combatting bad habits Of giving in and feeding Into whatever global media's been streaming Call m...

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You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...