I have no home,
I have no shoes,
My parents are out
Drinking *****
I struggle to stay upright,
My bones are weak,
My lungs are tight,
Mortal hell,
Living is a chore,
A corpse on the streets,
Nothing more.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
I have no home,
I have no shoes,
My parents are out
Drinking *****
I struggle to stay upright,
My bones are weak,
My lungs are tight,
Mortal hell,
Living is a chore,
A corpse on the streets,
Nothing more.
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