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Apr 2020
a job
or
a ******?
a place to be
or
the wrong people to hang out with?
I don't know anymore
all I know is that they ****
**** the wrong people
hurt the good guys
and
save the bad
but why
why do we go down the wrong paths?
honestly no clue its 10 pm I'm tired and this just came to thought
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Wolfie Bandit  19/F/Pen Argyl Pennsylvania
(19/F/Pen Argyl Pennsylvania)   
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