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22 and in debt to my neck. I take 10 shots to forget.
Now I'm drunk- should I quit? 1 more drink- hate this shit.
Another shot then smoke a spliff. I'm so broke because of this.
In a haze that's a maze. No more life with my ways.
Life costs money and it pays. I'm too broke- no more plays.
Just a boy alone in his room, mindless thoughts lost in gloom.
I'm still stuck to assume that without money U R doomed.
So goodbye. Should I try? I want to live, but tell me Y?
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