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Kid grows up tricky Drinking poison ink from the nib But don’t blame the pen blame the kid Never had anyone to break **** with Anger worn on his sleeves bunched and twirled “I H8 U” and **** The World” So he found a way to show his need for it Changed his mind about loneliness Anything he can do to fit in Goes from sharpie sXe on his hand To wanting to smoke **** with the band in the back of the van Never quite made it out of his head Always felt like it got out of hand
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
Poison ink
Kid grows up tricky Drinking poison ink from the nib But don’t blame the pen blame the kid Never had anyone to break **** with Anger worn on his sleeves bunched and twirled “I H8 U” and **** The World” So he found a way to show his need for it Changed his mind about loneliness Anything he can do to fit in Goes from sharpie sXe on his hand To wanting to smoke **** with the band in the back of the van Never quite made it out of his head Always felt like it got out of hand
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
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