Short Thought
Life isn't new,
but I'm still finding out who I am.
Like a thug at night, always picking a fight.
There's always something at hand.
But I'll find my way.
Life isn't new,
but I'm still finding out who I am.
Like a thug at night, always picking a fight.
There's always something at hand.
But I'll find my way.
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