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Last update on: September 3, 2021
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Y′know lately I sit with my shit in the basement I'm just afraid of getting robbed

It′s the same shit All my stuff is gone and I can't replace it Well, just face it Your Xbox will never see you again My stuff will leave my bedroom My desk is empty I can't move My Game Boy thrown inside a box It doesn′t matter if the doors locked When I die, do not speak well of me just because I am dead, I am real, I am tangible, Touch me Bathe in mistakes, scrub your back with my regrets Wash your hair with my faults I want my misfortunes to trickle down all of you like snow, so you′ll all learn from my life You'll all fucking learn I got robbed

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