"Ive spent my whole life in the city
where junk is king and the air smells shity
people puking everywhere
piles of blood, scabs, and hair
bodies wasted and disease
young people dieing on the streets
but the suburban scumbags they dont care
they just get fat and die theyre hair"
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.