.Dear Diary-hhea, I be droppin' some shit,
but not journals and memoirs, lines and bars.
I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars;
I'm making plans now to live on Mars, cuz I got Earth on lock.
See my mind is like a muse to a paper,
cuz I'm used to a paper drawing blank, til it's .
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