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It's about that time
I'm cold really cold

I don't know if it's that season

Or if it's my heart reminding me of my true nature

A lot of things on my mind

But i can't seem to scribble them

Fake friends everyone

The whole world is filled with fucking back stabbers

No one cares no one wants to help you

The worst of it all are the fake ass friends

They fucking hang in when things go up

Disperse orderly when things come down

I used to have a lot of friends

Most turned enemies

The rest are frenemies and pretenders

Fuck you guys!!!

I'll make my own moves codedly

My things would be done my way

I don't need your pity

My shoulders are brushed and raised high

Watch me step into greatness.
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