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lonely losing choosers burnin’ up on a raft
floatin’ funeral pyre i went home to take a nap
in between the first second third quarters of the match
high school all-star broken ankles sittin’ on the corner looking sad
days turn into weeks into months
my calendar is booked
obligations should be sleepin more than i would
am i genuine in situations
ash and spit and blood?
but all the money was given to the smart kids a long time ago
but am i bitter?
no
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