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Jul 2014
My mother and father are two different breeds.
I'm the most mixed up mutt you'll ever see.

I've got his teeth, thank god.
My mamma gave me bloodshot eyes and the entitlement to want to die.
But.
I care about complete strangers because of that women.
I mimic that old man's cowardly stance.
A four year father and then he ran.
My last name hangs above my head so I'll wear my hand me downs the best I can.
punk rock hippy
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