george leaves early, kelley comes late.... these are the things that i love to hate..... chillin with the boys apart of a crew.... they thought i was sad, only if they knew..... people calling names, things stayed the same.... i wish i had someone to blame, no one but myself and myself is all i have, so i write this poem that sounds like shit,
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