roughtimes
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Ugh for real?
This bus smells like eel...
Adolescents sit in the seats
chewing gum while listening to their beats.
This place is so ratchet,
I want to chop down the, "Swag Tree," with a hatchet.
Treatment
Bleed it out
Like a snake bite,
The venom that roils and riles
In my blood
That rages and boils
Bleed it out,
Run 'till my feet
Tickle with flames.
Search for strength,
