Stop hanging around the wrong crowd
All they would do is bring you down
The streets are nothing but trouble
Nothing but a disheartening sound
Dark clouds will surround you
A potential calamity is near
Get off of the ground
And remove yourself from there
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Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2018 18:15
- Category: Sad
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