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Feb 2018
You come and go,
You let your hair grow.
You talk and snitch,
You are a real *****.

But who am I to judge you?
For I am an outsider,
A ****** -
As you like to call me.

But I don't don't care
For I think I am smart,
An intellectual -
As I call myself.


Cuz only what I think of myself is iMpOrTaNt....
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abysmal
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