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I best chill out, take another **** recalibrate, remember my heart's broke talking about girls will always make me choke how'd you feel about pretty women? well pretty women are sick of me and yet I slay 'cus it's time I'm killing it's a void that I'm filling whenever I'm drinking and pilling popping my life away my head's higher than the ceiling maybe I'll never feel the same trying to find somewhere to place the blame the hardest part is that I know it's just growing pains
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
Growing Pains
I best chill out, take another **** recalibrate, remember my heart's broke talking about girls will always make me choke how'd you feel about pretty women? well pretty women are sick of me and yet I slay 'cus it's time I'm killing it's a void that I'm filling whenever I'm drinking and pilling popping my life away my head's higher than the ceiling maybe I'll never feel the same trying to find somewhere to place the blame the hardest part is that I know it's just growing pains
finley-pietersen
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
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