everyday of my life
im an adolescent, no matter what im always stressin,
ive always been told i'll never amount to a damn thing,
all my life, i belived i was nothing,
because i dont have my parents,
and im always alone,
all the hurt and all these lies,
no matter how many tears ill cry,
my dreams will die,
my friends will never be back alive.
i wish that i could one day do something great,
but im not even sure what i stand for,
im not even sure of who i am...
to live and become rich is my plan.
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