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Mar 2018
I grew up in a wrecked generation
Where whoever has the most money defines the separation
It’s a dark place
Where money is the only reason we race
I’m trying to keep my mind at a steady pace
How am I supposed to do that when I can’t look at my own face?
Written by
HausPoetry
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