Not on some obsessive fan shit.
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Cold walks back to dorm rooms.
Group projects with people you knew
wouldn’t help until the last minute.
there was always a Drake song
holding the atmosphere together.
that writing was slowly becoming
that stop feeling like music
once your life fully enters them.
where everybody still said “love you”
but the energy had already left the room.
before you learn endings.
felt like night drives in your imagination.
before your circumstances caught up.
Like wanting more for yourself
what “more” even looked like yet.
half-finished study guides,
and the exhausted silence
of people determined to change their lives.
That song belonged to college campuses.
Everybody carried it differently,
started sounding less like music
and more like recognition.
Cause success got a strange way
of exposing who liked the version of you
Not everybody clapping for you
comfortable with your growth.
didn’t even sound motivational anymore.
that your life was only going to expand
the moment you stopped shrinking
to keep other people emotionally comfortable.
I don’t think Drake was just making music.
I think he accidentally narrated
trying to survive ambition,
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