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Where in the world is this
and where in the world does one want to go
in a sea of contempt and desire.
Chillen in a fortress of hatred,
just thinking how many can be witches
then I just think naturally they are bitches.
Just flailing as I drive my pickup past the ditches.
Thinking now to the natural path enriches.
Past my days where all I would do was hitches
a ride but just simply hikes.
Everyone around him just itches
insane.
Either pitches or catches and chills and flips.
It doesn’t matter as long as it’s chav style.
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