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2d
A 9-5 father working hard every day
Just be slaved and receive a small wage
“Putting food on the table is must today”
Cuz yesterday the kid ain’t eat and he cried all day
His breath becomes heavy and his thoughts become weak
Swallowed by his own prophecy of feeling peaked
In highschool, no point at the top of the hill
Just a voice needing help before he gets killed
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Joshua  16/M
(16/M)   
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