...we found our names in a dream
we had farmhouse coffee and cream
colors and visions the test supreme
we made our lives your dreams...
This is Jhun Billote, and this is the journal of my (un)wicked life. Parental Advisory: Some may appear to have explicit contents... Enter at your own risk!
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Nostalgia
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...... I cry when I think of mom, Nags everyday when I didn’t do my chores; I was such a lazy dog back then, I know she’s worried I’l... -
I wish I was filthy rich: That i could buy anything in this world that money could buy. That i would not worry going to work each day to ea...
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