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Jun 2021
True colors show, crimson red on the snow
Deeper reds I go, in every crack is a hateful glow

I hate my ****** family that stole my cash
And **** my friends who never last
So unhappy in every camera flash
Always wondering when will it end

Hated my poverty scarred childhood
Furious in my adolescence surrounded by people who never understood
Now seething and empty I brace myself for adulthood

I dream of dripping meat and bloodbaths
Wanna hurt the elite cause all my friends are dying fast
Wanna **** cause my family got prescribed pill bags
Under my eyes darkness sags

All I see anymore is cash and pain
All I see anymore is trash and rain
All this trash and pains gonna crash the train
Focus in and be insane so wash your brain

Every talking head sounds the same
Everyone clamoring for change
Everyone clamoring for the same
Everyone saying it's such a shame
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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