I grew tired of being poor, so I looked for something to ******,
my own pardon that I was not the one who invented poverty.
In experience, where I smoked up, I dared to think for myself,
and became a worry, when I learnt I lived a poor quality life.
Doubt is uncomfortable, dangerous moods are addictive and
they’re at point blank range, ready to fire. I became privileged
when it comes to life and there’s nothing worse being in a crowd
that all you can feel is loneliness
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