I DESIGNED IT WITH "ME" IN MIND.
I FASHIONED IT WITH "MY" FAVORITE COLOR, AND BEGIN TO SPILL "MY" THOUGHTS ON THE BEST PARCHMENT THAT I COULD FIND.
I WEAVED THE OUTER FABRIC WITH "MY" FLUID RHYMES.
RECORDING "MY" LIFE'S BRIGHTEST MOMENTS LIKE THE SCRIBES.
I SIGNED "MY" INITIALS, ON THE SILK BIND.
THE CHRONICLES OF LYRIC, FILLED WITH JOY IN EVERY LINE.
Mr_Lmn
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The Chronicles of Lyric
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I.A.M.L.Y.R.I.CLiving Young forever Rustic in nature Ideas forever Constant |
The Chronicles of LyricI DESIGNED IT WITH "ME" IN MIND. I FASHIONED IT WITH "MY" FAVORITE COLOR, AND BEGIN TO SPILL "MY" THOUGHTS ON THE BEST PARCHMENT THAT I COULD FIND. I WEAVED THE OUTER FABRIC WITH "MY" FLUID RHYMES. RECORDING "MY" LIFE'S BRIGHTEST MOMENTS LIKE THE SCRIBES. I SIGNED "MY" INITIALS, ON THE SILK BIND. THE CHRONICLES OF LYRIC, FILLED WITH JOY IN EVERY LINE. |