Real talk, Winningish. You put your foot in your mouth, someone calls you out, you meltdown and you change your username.
That is not growth. That is a cycle. Change.
This is not a joke. This is a sermon. Change.
Too deep in yearning we need
something to hold, and something to keep
Innocent eyes could not realize
the meaning of "destiny"
But someday I promise that
you’ll start to notice what’s there on your shoulders someday -
Wings that are strong,
they will guide you along to the future that holds your fate!
Let me tell you a cruel angel’s thesis -
Flying high from the window, finding egress
There is something betraying all my memories,
burning pathos, emotion overwhelming!