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Existence
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Life I've got myself to keep me company,
what more do i need maybe some money,
way way way back when i was young,
never ever thought i'd lose a lung,
smokin up a storm,
way to much cant even speak to well,
theres going to be a problem,
what to do, this must me hell,
watching over, and out for me,
what can i say, life is just so mean to me,
treating me good but mostly bad,
hopefully it will be a quick fad,
