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Scavengers


These fucking hotshot Big big men with deals Hair gel and nice wheels Need to stop. I can't handle Their goddamn arrogance (Or maybe that's my judgement) And no one else seems To give a shit! It's like I'm the only one to have Noticed the bullshit that Is spewing from all the Cracks in their perfect stories
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