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Rum, Apathy, and Hardship...

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  • Rum, Apathy, and Hardship...

    The ones that call me an asshole are the same people who made me
    I shake off what they throw, the source can't derail thee
    On a path less chosen but always thought of
    Gotta a drink in hand, and its saying the strife came from above
    Thoughts are shattered could of swore I saw a black dove
    The more swigs I take the more I seem to escape
    Conversating with my shadow, but his bottle is holding my fate
    He offered me a sip but I knew my body would reject it
    So I took another chug of the rum, mixed with apathy and hardship
    That was the last of the concoction so I figured I'd order up another round
    By that time my shadow disappeared and the bottle was no where to be found
    The dove chirps as I smirk and then take another swallow
    Farewell my shadow. You hold the key to the door, but I'm not ready to follow

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