Against my will in hell
Screw this place the god damn dissapoint
not in the first place but last we all are here
i hate every bit of this country that judges my name and where i come from over my beautiful songs. There is no room for dreams here just propaganda walls and toilet scrawls i hate it here, i truly do, i have lost my nerves, my back, my knees, and even my mind and for what, for who, there is nobody here worth impressing but racist people and capitalist pigs who profit before beauty hate over poetry i hope that one day i will be able to make up all my lost time here and replace it by box on the beach and happy life
There is nothing but hate here people and i always knew from day one when i was brought here against my will, i am going to hell.
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