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in my squalid shack I ponder
if they be any truth that goes out of their breath
.am I goin to face the same problem.'''them in their mansions n Mercedes swallowing gallons..
to think I only wish for a glass of pure water.....
a paracet to cater for this my great pain my agony my disdain
Written by chronic (darius chronic)
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