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Mar 2014
If i had wings, i would fly away
a lot of things on my mind
thoughts not all that kind
day dreamin that i'm at home
I come back to reality and I'm alone
17 years old forced to be grown
in and out of the system on my own
alcohol addiction
marijuana addiction
tatted up, gangs and hittin lick missions
mama always told me "your smarter then that"
but I didn't listen
now look at me sitting here in my 4th group home
wishing i would have listened ..
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Lakota
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