How the hell were you supposed to grow when you weren't raised?
You have no idea of the problems I faced.
Especially when it was family-based.
All they did was give me the supplies
and a car,
And then told me, I can take my lies
somewhere far.
Then everyday, I spent my sunrise
in a bar.
It felt as if the gods of the skies
were in a war.
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Perception.
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