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When I grow up.

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Pathetic..
Cool water combats drunkenness, and
shaggy hair kills my image
slouching and crouching kills my back
while throw up rots my teeth.
Countless bottles decorate the floor,
like tokens of devotion to my art
It sure does take devotion to send other off, just
for a little room for oneself
the only thing I can support with money is an addiction
This is my aspiration,
boy do I miss my youth.





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