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Aug 2015
She has sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
Walking home from Grandma’s in boots and shorts
Her hat hangs low and her mouth is cold
She has sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
The wind screams loud and the summer gets cold
Her days are young but they seem so old
She has sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
She walks up to the trees whose leaves are orange and red
Her eyes get black.
She has found a place to lay her head.
She had sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
A young girl tries drugs for the first time. She got addicted and couldn't get any money to get more. She went to her Grandma's house to look for change but only found sixteen cents. This made her really mad so she murdered her Grandma and started to walk home.
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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