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Apr 2015
No place to call home
I faced on my own
This cold world
Taught me the hate we all know
Brought me disgrace we've all chose
To forget about, but I'd never pout

Still, I remember and it's the cause of my endeavors
Cause if in December, it was warmth to be remembered
Then I wouldn't be the man who fights and writes this quite clever

Never saying never
I might feel less pleasure
It's all the for the better

Self made is an understatement
I paved the pavement,
Layed foundation
On a lot that's vacant
What have I created?
A lot that they can't.
Justin Time
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Justin Time  New York
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