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My stomach harts my chest


My stomach harts my chest burns for wat ever it's worth y am I'm cursed deserted n cold this mold is juggalo from my head to my toes RIP geno cultshit motherfuckers can't understand it diedanosed loonitic crazy baby let me jst say hey blaze everyday do u want to hang out and hear the sound of not fucking around watch me hit the ground wat u don't like me now jst open up ur mouth and pull it now we can be happy now isn't this wat u wanted a way out I showed u hear me out so follow now 
 
 
blow back y u looking so sad this is wat happens 
 
Pull the trigger see the world a little. More better crowd 
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