YOUR NOT MY FRIENDS try and give me addictions galore bruise my head with LSD blood to blood we're heart to heart how 'bout some HIV or PCP or OPP or whatevers left inside of me after I've died and began to rot I'm rotten but I'd rather not maybe speak to you about it right now but maybe later on after you've forgotten that YOUR NOT MY FRIENDS
Reason for writing:
I just get pissed off at my so-called friends sometimes
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