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The kid is a *** A triple platinum, bona fide loser Jaded, he hides himself away From love, from friendship, from family ******* away his talents and his time Boozing and getting high What a creep Sleeping on his uncle’s couch No job, no future, no friends Drowning in despair and solitude Doing nothing, not caring Writing to keep from going insane He hates himself Even more than god does
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
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The kid is a *** A triple platinum, bona fide loser Jaded, he hides himself away From love, from friendship, from family ******* away his talents and his time Boozing and getting high What a creep Sleeping on his uncle’s couch No job, no future, no friends Drowning in despair and solitude Doing nothing, not caring Writing to keep from going insane He hates himself Even more than god does
grant-mason
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
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