sometimes i think, if i went bad or good, but only thing i can see, is the cigarette between my fingers and rum in fron of me and i think to myself: “hell yeah, its wrong. but whatever, you’re young”

sometimes i think, if i went bad or good, but only thing i can see, is the cigarette between my fingers and rum in fron of me and i think to myself: “hell yeah, its wrong. but whatever, you’re young”

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