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I feel like running away and never coming back i ain't nothing like a rat, but whats with all the traps its like we not meant to survive they raise the taxes, so we more deprived scared to stare into another humans eyes for the fact that they might realize what i really feel, and dismiss it like it ain't real failing is the only feeling that kills knowing the fact that you can't change the past so the scar will never heal but who is the world to judge whether a man fails or succeeds all i see is a world filled with greed got billions of dollars, but yet cant afford to feed the hungry human beings and its fucked up when you only find hope when your in your dreams.