I worked
I worked I worked. But they don’t care I sacrificed I sacrificed I sacrificed. But they don’t care All they care about is “freedom” All they think about is “freedom”. Sure Their kind of freedom Is contrasting To ours But they don’t care I was in my house BANG BANG BANG. I was gone I was seated there sneaking glances A girl BANG BANG BANG. No girl I was sitting there They saw me. I prayed I prayed I prayed BANG
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