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Aug 2020
Stressing on minor objects
that keep acting
like they’re the fuel
that will propel me forward,
I keep following rules,
trynna grind and get some dough but what the **** for?
I’m just a pawn in a game of chess, the one percent
Stay trying to act celestial, implementing shady laws
that make it harder
for my people to progress.
Written by
Azrapse  22/M/Cali
(22/M/Cali)   
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