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Jun 2017
How is it that no one concerns,
how is it having no one to turn,
how is it that now you have to feel the burn,
and not even one thing to earn.

I guess you are saying you haven't been wise,
saying sorry for not being nice,
saying sorry for being ****** twice,
because right now you have no way to rise.

At first I thought we might be fine,
it will end up with us be in a line,
but I guess there is no sign,
and all you can do is just whine.
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