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Jan 2016
I can't lie this is my cash Year
So don't be shocked if I'm wearing all cashmere.

Who would of thought you'll make it last year?

This month alone has me gasping for air,
My dad's silence is the thing that I fear,
Not his fist that hit me twice on a new year.

I didn't care but I did though
A funny feeling but I can't laugh though.

My family is spaced out in our own home,
So I plan it out to watch the stars around me go in and out.

If you haven't felt like your losing how bout now..

Even if you have money for riches spot to eat out,
Who is gunna be with you?

Tbh no lie I feel like a raining cloud to my own dusty drought.

Happy new year to me.

-Son
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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