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Sep 2014
**** the money, cause I'd rather call out like Cobain
With a bullet through my temple,
now I got no brains
Like **** em' and **** the world,
you can have it dawg
Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all
Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave
Than live life like a slave
Trying to escape these green demons
No where to run, no friends
Just fiends
And by all means
Just let me be, to yell and scream
******* get away from me
Pushing everyone away
is what I do best
no future
edit this later wassuup
Brie Sarita
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Brie Sarita
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