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What a night
changed my whole perspective
tiny square piece of paper
dissolves on my tongue
hours of deep thought
time filled with colors and laughter
the world is big
mean
unforgiving
I’m just a kid
someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop
pay the tax man
vote
stand the picket line
I just wanna get laid
drink beer
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Friday 26th February 2016 12:03 am
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