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The inescapable abyss in which you find yourself to be, is caused primarily by a childhood non-ideal as I can see. Prim and proper you've been told, for manners haunt you till your old.
Oh wait, Oh two 94 that's the day, don was exposed to Poverty mixed with gunplay At the age a five, I saw my first dead body in the drive way I was lost, even god couldn't find me
I surely must be mad Or out of my God damn mind Because I’m going to bring to your attention What I’m thinking at this time The class is called “Child Psychology”