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Jun 2014
Life's a *****, I'm a different breed.
A mutt, running a muck; Just tryin to do me.
Survival of the fittest; makes sense to me.
**** of be killed; the truth will be seen.
Apparently, people aren't what they appear to be;
two-faced, that's a pair to me.
"I got your back," Roger that, clearly.
Family ties, not suited for me, as of late
No relations to me, so as far as we relate,
It's yet to be seen. Tears, Tearing you apart;
Aren't always what they appear to be.
Just another means for your lies; to slide by.
You ain't fooling me. Human instinct;
Turned too cruelty. Cover ups,
To make-up - Truthfully -
You care more about yourself,
So selfishly. Success; It's either you- or me.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Ty Foxx and Elizabeth Squires
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