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Nov 2022
34... ******...homeless... $0....
The rich moch me
No home of my own
Driving a beater
The poor cant cure me
My people die an died broke
I have 0 friends 20 pills a day for years
One wrong step = mental ward
No lock on my door
I am imprisoned in a paradax/matrix
People want me dead or in jail
Ive never felt safe
Cant even afford food
Teeth pain an all
My entire lifes a lie
My only escape is beer
Im only happy when smoking
I die so young
Im disease ridden
A loser
Worth noones time
Goodbye
Goodbye
Written by
ZACK GRAM  M
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