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Submitted:Nov 15, 2012 Reads: 24 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
I am what Iam, I’m mentally
Ill unfit to live
Why don’t you try cleaning up?
Your mess,
Instead of hiding it behind
Your desk
I am what Iam, I’m mentally
Ill unfit to live
Everybody’s saying, come on
Freak old man
Get with your life, get on
With your respect,
Next step, will be your
Door step
I am what I am, I’m mentally
Ill unfit to live
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