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Feb 2018
He is eighteen
He doesn't look clean
High off no sleep
Thinks he's twenty

No girl ever gave him attention
But the minute he grew up
All theirs eyes turned ontohim

And I was there to see it all
Encounters with him
Weren't strange at all

He walks the hot pavement
Like a god who made it
He can't take it
That everyone wants his attention

He is eighteen
Smoking
He doesn't look clean

If you reach down his pocket
You'll find a bag

His money
Is gone

His mother is worried sick

He's got a sister
That looks up to him

Yet he's selfish
And was taught by his father
To not care for them

I saw it all
This didn't surprise me
That much
eileen
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