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Mar 2016
im bleeding im pouring my old mans asleep but he's not
snoring im drug free when i should be scoring
it hurts it pains but nothing feels the same i know
its sad and it same lame but
i long to be with my father once again why cant i get the
***** and grab the rains
so i can follow suit and do the same
Written by
daryll smith  milton keynes
(milton keynes)   
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