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we could do anything so we became *** addict junkies college flunkies working dead end jobs to survive partying drinking always craving to be high with sobriety comes anxiety fear of failing constantly called a freeloader of society wasting away fighting to change buried six feet deep in debts coffin while starving on minimum wage unable to find hope in the sky depression strikes as the stars fall from the night sky jaded jaded feeling as the end of it all is nigh blind masquerading bubble **** praising mumble rap hailing feeling trapped like mice about to die members of a generation of wasted potential are you and I fighting to arise building battles cries only to die when the bills arrive
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
Wasted Potential
we could do anything so we became *** addict junkies college flunkies working dead end jobs to survive partying drinking always craving to be high with sobriety comes anxiety fear of failing constantly called a freeloader of society wasting away fighting to change buried six feet deep in debts coffin while starving on minimum wage unable to find hope in the sky depression strikes as the stars fall from the night sky jaded jaded feeling as the end of it all is nigh blind masquerading bubble **** praising mumble rap hailing feeling trapped like mice about to die members of a generation of wasted potential are you and I fighting to arise building battles cries only to die when the bills arrive
simon-woodstock
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
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