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I don't understand... I talk about my past and

They all say: I want to **** that old man

He's already dead and gone... Tell me...

What did he ever do that was so wrong?

Gave me a home... A place to stay...

Customers with which to spend my day

Not every guy can say he started making

Money at just ten... ****, I was so young...

Back then... That old man he was like a dad

So why's everyone getting so mad?

I just kept em all company as they...

Called me sweet names and a nice lil

Pay check at the end of the day

So maybe to you it was so wrong

But isn't it my fault fo agreeing?

For following along?

If... you need to hate somebody

Regarding this mess

Then just hate me cuz...

I hate myself

- "Flower"
Cassian
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Cassian  17/Transmasculine/Nowhere
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