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Less than a month I'll be 18 years old Maybe I'll be able to grasp The escape rope of life Stop breast feeding on the ******* of my parents wealth Drink the sweet vitamin enrich milk of freedom No longer the outcast of school hallways ***** looks of freshman As they all say they want to **** me Knowing all to well I'm not risking life in jail Can you believe it I'm almost 18 Nothings changed I've been 23 since my parents forced me to be the mature one
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Can You Believe It
Less than a month I'll be 18 years old Maybe I'll be able to grasp The escape rope of life Stop breast feeding on the ******* of my parents wealth Drink the sweet vitamin enrich milk of freedom No longer the outcast of school hallways ***** looks of freshman As they all say they want to **** me Knowing all to well I'm not risking life in jail Can you believe it I'm almost 18 Nothings changed I've been 23 since my parents forced me to be the mature one
robert-guerrero
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
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