vices

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Work till you drop or make stacks of cash Drown in luxury, clothing, and jewels Drink till you can't remember your name Drug with toxins so you can dream  Watch a screen to forget the day 
I hate myself
I’ve been exhausted in vain Becoming a waste of space Growing used to verbal abuse For a minimum wage
just in case you've forgotten, vices are not  inhereited through the  splitting of DNA between your mother and father. the excuses from your brother don't replace yours and they don't cover up
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