perfect L.A. smiles, fast times,
fuck up? just rewind;
consequences aren't for
people like you.
the sun sets every night
on your high thread-count coffin,
as you wake up to start your (play).
cocktails and cocaine,
chasing tail and other games,
but what will you have left
when years fade away?
"oh, I was once a golden boy"
yeah, but weren't they all?
all peter
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the other (nice) one was about you :D
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