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Trust Fund Junkie
With an injection so fresh,
The blood’s still dripping onto your
Overpriced chiffon dress,
With a syringe in your hand
And your hair a mess, barely breathing,
That’s when you look your best—
Strung out, beautiful,
Picturesque.
You’re misusing that silver spoon
You were born with.
The blood’s still dripping onto your
Overpriced chiffon dress,
With a syringe in your hand
And your hair a mess, barely breathing,
That’s when you look your best—
Strung out, beautiful,
Picturesque.
You’re misusing that silver spoon
You were born with.
Published 28th Apr 2013
| Edited 5th Dec 2014
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