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PORTLAND
I need help, something else not myself lately hell maybe this aint my place I might switch up the pace To a new city bring you with me I'll do anything, move in with me fuck where I'm from watch me dip and be done I'm no one
All my teachers were right think I've wasted my life but I'll bleed till I'm dead or kill them out of spite am I losing or moving standstill or improving? success will stay new to me, head wont stay glued to me Don't ask what I'm thinking my past and last weekend get mixed up like liquor and liquid I'm drinking I'm wrong and you'll prove it don't know why I do it I cant live without or get used to it.
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