[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column][vc_column_text]HEADED TO SHIBUYA, got my pink Nikes On my feet, Cocoon purple hood Falling off my shoulders, Feeling my vibe. I’m happy, my style’s changing, Flowing, Growing from this chapter in Japan. The shit I wear and the Image that you see is just an image, An ego, Is this the real me? Maybe, ya, because It makes me happy; Colors of my soul, Cloth cut fibers stitch my essence, My present. Beads dangling off my bag, a little Monkey from a neighborhood Secondhand store, Small mementos I collect are the Things I’m gonna miss But the mementos I cherish are the memories Of this. Days like today when I’m Struck with inspiration, The little daily things, It’s bittersweet. Had a...

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