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Aug 2021
When I was a boy
I wanted to be a cowboy
Holding fate in my hands
Alongside a revolver
Filled with instruments of destruction
But now, I am no longer a boy
For the only way to be a cowboy
Is to be a boy
And never grow up.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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