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cigarette smoke and black n milds im tired of things that dont matter to me from a dystopian family to my unfulfilled being im sick of things swallowing me the wind blows and the trees rattle no stars tonight but when will i be free manipulation and guilt im trapped in walls of 3 family careers and who i want to be
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
growing up
cigarette smoke and black n milds im tired of things that dont matter to me from a dystopian family to my unfulfilled being im sick of things swallowing me the wind blows and the trees rattle no stars tonight but when will i be free manipulation and guilt im trapped in walls of 3 family careers and who i want to be
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
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