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Mar 2018
Its me the one who bleeds
From his wrists
Sweet bliss


Don't try to diss me
Your rhymes are ****
done some crimes
and i paid my time

when i wanna die
I turn to rhymes
And i will climb up
up To the top

No matter how many times i drop
I will just pop another pill

Don't try me
I will **** you
spill your guts
With zero *****
You can try to duck
but my left hook
Will ******* up

I will never grow up
Wont blow up
time to throw up My last meal
yeah that's the ******* deal
It's just how i feel
Ben Adam Johnston
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Ben Adam Johnston  16/M/Uk
(16/M/Uk)   
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