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As a lost boy it was never clear, 

What am i doing here? 

Dad wasn't here, and when he was all he'd do was hold a beer.

Staying would create a solution thats not very dear

and I want to take control of my life; i want to steer!

 

Theres just so much out there, I fear.

Mama said finding a pth is only fun when your friends are to walk it 

with you. 

But I walk alone. 

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I'm an 18 year old living in Chicago who's going to attend SIU in august.

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