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money. Category: Poems
money in a tattered cup maybe it's time to just give up aren't you just wasting money and time is what's happening here a crime? cause nothing's changed with what i am what a waste, what a sham what's the point in even trying when the only exciting thing we do is dying
I'm like a virus on a green day cd something I don't want to be and everything bleeds like crazy cause the universe never gets lazy so take my hand, and down we go and when you see the yellow glow I hope you all goddamn know
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