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Sep 2019
back to school mane....zipped up my trues,
laced up my shoes...just trying to improve, and move...up
...cant be stuck...only one way that's up,
that's us, contemplating evil desires, my angel on my shoulder I call her conscience. only one direction that's the COME UP
Written by
Fernando Estrada  22/M/palo alto california
(22/M/palo alto california)   
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