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Sep 2013
We're not gonna make it, we fight, we cry, we hug
And then go right back to the same old ****.
Im tired.
What's the point?
I'm bored, i need something real.
Something exciting, but you are stuck to your parents like a ******* idiot who doesn't know what to do with himself.
Grow the **** up already!
Written by
poetic justice  california
(california)   
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