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Little Brother


He's most abrasive,abasive that's how he gotta be life so abstract he was forced to adhere to his surroundings abandon at twelve years old stuck trying to figure out why oh why is the world so cold beat down by all who's around feeling like he'll never reach another height so he runs the streets in the light hiding in the night so I say to him wait little brother it will be alright
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