merky waters
i sit and look at the road ahead the only thing clear we all wind up dead blinded by the darkness i cant see the light every day is a up hiil battle addiction is strong motovation is weak im so tired i can hardly speak live to die and die to live i wish i had somthing to give so i sit all alone i just wish i had some one to pohone all i want to do is get high but then all i realy want is to feal joy why cant every one stop treating me like a boy i feal like a man but
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