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Often times we start from scratch and ditch it to start from scratch again. I'm not saying we should be infallible, I'm just saying we can do better. Look, we've all been there, in a stagnation phase that seems to never end. Could be in the peaks up there, or in the lowest of valleys . Attitude is everything , buy into some else's and you are finished, no matter who they are. Once you have done your homework and finally chosen to do something, don't let nobody sway you off of it, not even your better half , not even your sloppy self . No matter how you get there, just show up and shut up. But you can still show up and shut up and still not enjoy it? We had a whole life a head of us the day we came into this world. We've never been sure if we've already gone halfway through it, or almost through, we just assume it, based on some jargon life expectancy digits.  I have your juice, and look at our days, every other 60 seconds, we never know how they go by. E...

 Juste avant que je parle  Je me sens a little bit trapped for a second in my own head Wondering whether what I am about to spit out willl feel good enough and still make good sense in your head I tend to struggle with eloquence  But why should l'éloquence be ma concérne majeur when I cant even explique these feelings that I desire to tell you of  Feelings I can't even take control of So, juste avant I go on to speak,  I will seek Shakespeare's Romeo et Juliette and the like  So to be learned enough on how to put my point across the line  To you that i wish to love To you en qui je trouve le paix    Juste avant que je ,... soupire I wonder if I can count on my own lungs long enough in case i had to sprint to save this love If I'd be able to pull off a hide and seek avec our great grand kids dans des soirs finales de ma vie  Or if I could still trust my arms with d'énergie to sweep you off the floor even when I'm about a century old Ooh...

 This track shows you how the world has sabotaged your versatility. Allowing you to explore all of your unique personalities without conventional baseless judgments or self-doubt. https://youtu.be/KgwpNlp4j_Q?si=l57UEf-Gs-Z09SE-

 Hull0, Lucy! Yes? The blur in her vision slowly cleared up as she started to recognize a familiar figure towering over her from the side of her bed. It was her mother. She couldn't make sense of the situation until she realized she was still in bed. It was 6 a.m. Finally, it was really just another bad dream. She sighed in relief and cleared her eyes. 'Get up. You're going to be late for your interview. One of the companies you applied to just called your phone. I picked up the call. You have to be there by 9 a.m.,' said her mother as she left the room. Lucy finally jumped out of her cozy bed, took a quick shower, and sat in front of her mirror to rehearse the answers to the list of questions she expected most from the interview, She then did her lucky makeup and put one of her white long-sleeved shirts she that hang in the first section of her closet specially prepared for the interview. She then slid into her sky-blue pants and shiny black heels. This always gave off...

                    As she approached the open front door of her apartment she wondered whether they hadn't hurt her mother. Once she got in, she noticed that everything was in place except for the broken vessel in the center of the living room which indicated that there might have been a struggle as Frank's boys made the move. Yet they were so clean. Nothing else was broken or damaged. They likely captured the old woman swiftly without a single soul noticing them. She turned around to examine the door closely. It hadn't a single scratch. Whoever made it in either had a copy of the key  or found it open. But it could never have been open as far as Lucy knows her mother's cautiousness. By now, she would probably be yelling at her for returning late like she had always done since Lucy's late teens. She ran out to examine the courtyard. Whichever vehicle had done this was definitely big as its tyre tracks indicated, And it was most lik...

                 Tokum Mall at the end of her sight, she'd make it there but it meant missing her train. Tokum Mall was the only place that listened to her weeps without judgment. It had always been her cave. She needed it like a Martian did. She had never really gone through the array of dealing with disappointment like the way most women handle it. She had always achieved the best in whatever she pursued in her earlier years. Talk about how she consecutively won the national spelling B 3 years straight during high school. Why not? She was a vigorous reader too. She had flipped the Merriam-Webster dictionary  pages back to back 5 times. Or how she almost made it to the Olympics if not for her preference to stay dedicated to her academics to pursue a real career. This is the real Lucy, she'd taken every opportunity to excel professionally but now for the first time in her life, she felt lost in her pursuit. It was a chaotic Friday evenin...