Who'd have ever thunk? Sweet little "Jay Money" grew up, went crazy, got himself some eyeliner and nailpolish and became an alchy. My life began at the age of nineteen, and for that to happen someone else had to die. I realized that it's not me who made things difficult, my mind wasn't my fault. Never in a million years would I ask for an apology
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"if you're smoking alone, it means you've got a problem. the problem is that you didn't call me."
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