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Jun 2016
Tired of trying, feeling like im dieing. truely wish that i was lieing.

no money to spare, not even a dime, to bad noone will read my ryhme.

If you only knew the struggle i go threw.  

would you turn back time for me or you? Fix my pain or cause more shame?

knowing im as low as you. Sinner is my name, busting vesels in my brain trying to get away.

Why must you follow me? Night an day i pray, Lay awake an say never again will i pay. Like i did today.
Mitch pity
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Mitch pity  Texas
(Texas)   
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