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Dark Side
I run through the streets in the dark of the night,
A black hoodie, sharp trainers, a knife for the fight
No morals or goodness left in my soul
Others money , phones, wallets, my only goal.
Smoking and drinking, not school do I care
I live on the streets, do ought for a dare
A vandal , graffiti, the life of a villian
My future is bars, held in a cold prison
My childhood was taken,...
Sunday 14th April 2024 8:36 pm
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