I was runnin' with the wolves, I was howlin' at the moon. I felt down and torn apart with no cash left in my pockets, just a shitty fortune card. It read "Strength will find you sooner than you ever thought it would." Then the pain turned into anger, moved to joy, so now I'm good & I'm one pack of smokes from broke. I can tell I will make it alone, So I'll keep on fighting ✞
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