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Sep 2015
post a picture of a cop and they say **** em hoes see a man with alot of guap and they gon **** him post pictures of your ***** for a 100 likes ******* and ***** is a rich mans night kids all go to bed wake up with cold sweats moms strung out on the pain pills again will it ever end god will you send someone to fight off all of this dark energy lately only finding release in xanex and Hennessy satan i need a minute scratch that make it 3 when you think you got it hard look at you neighbor but lately I only talk to myself and I broke all my mirrors gun to my head time for bed or more meds walls of my home filled with my prescription it's a hollow tip clip that gets constant refilling end it all or buy a gold chain and sell my self for 15 minutes of fame but **** the fame because i'd rather uphold my integrity instead of selling my soul to be a celebrity so excuse me while I waste away smoking this ****
Simon Woodstock
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