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Jul 2017
Survived the purge, my mom locked the doors at 8pm, I had to stay in the streets.
Hated school, felt like a Burger King manager, I had to wake up to beef.
Teachers telling me I'm a failure, no one would wake up for me.
The Lord gave me GPS cause I was going down a street where the reaper was waiting for me.
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Pluck
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