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FATE
The greatest things in life cannot be seen,
Like happiness, love and serenity,
Anger, malice, wrath and rage,
I'm sick of these feelings as I grow with age,
There's more to life than being locked up,
Slamming dope and running amuck,
Looking over my shoulders the paranoia doesn't stop,
The fun is all gone and the streets are too hot,
Life on the run has turn into a drag,
...
Wednesday 24th June 2020 11:09 am
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