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Nov 2018
You can say I’m not enough
Smoking **** wont get me high to talk to God...
Tell me why my brother playing with the law,
He said he’s scared of them coming without a gun.
Tell me why my ex is texting me still?
It’s like I still love you but it’s a cheap thrill.
And now your momma hates me cause I’m real.
It’s like friends they hate me cause I’m real
It’s like my family trying to take pills
But knowing one day my dad and mom be gone like a cheap thrill
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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     Fawn and Traveler
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