January 2011
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Coffee Conversations.
Coffee Conversations. Ain’t no better way to get real with a sister then just conversing over a cup of something sweet and warm. However, sometimes, I do get this urge to reach across the table, grab that sister by the shoulders, and shake a certain Truth into her. I want her to know, I feel as though it’s really urgent for her to know this, as if her very life depended on it: You....
Single Again.
Someone please give me a capo. Or show up to my room with a piano to serenade me. I am playing this a song on guitar and without any of these, I feel as though I am not bringing it justice. It’s suppose to sound much sadder than this awkward, twangy rendition of mine.
It didn’t sink in until now. To some folks, I had attributed gaining this “freeing feeling” to the end of a school...
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