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(What's up?) What's the point of living now 'Cause I don't got a clue on how (How're you doing?) I'll cut, get clean, cut again Take a break, then count to ten (Nice weather, huh?) **** all this, I'm done for real I'm done spouting my whole ****** up spiel (And its getting warmer, too.) If I had a gun in my palm I'd learn forever how to stay calm (Almost shorts season.)
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:57 PM UTC
Shorts Season
(What's up?) What's the point of living now 'Cause I don't got a clue on how (How're you doing?) I'll cut, get clean, cut again Take a break, then count to ten (Nice weather, huh?) **** all this, I'm done for real I'm done spouting my whole ****** up spiel (And its getting warmer, too.) If I had a gun in my palm I'd learn forever how to stay calm (Almost shorts season.)
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:57 PM UTC
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