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4h
I sit and ponder
and my mind starts to wander
How is it that
By the time I'd start my life
The world would end?
On my last day
I'd think about all the things I didn't accomplish
I didn't start my family
I don't own a home
And that I didn't say sorry
L.A is on fire, so is Gaza. The president is a ****, and by 2030 it will be impossible to raise children in america as well as own a home.
I thought my future would be different, but because of a man it's already ALL planned out.
apricot
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apricot  13/F/San Franciso
(13/F/San Franciso)   
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