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Oct 2016
I call it 'the relay' because we take someone else's efforts and hand that energy over to another person. Someone who happens to be more ideal for your predetermined mind. However that same energy passes through that same host only to temporarily live inside someone who they're too interested in more than they are you. it's a relay that replay until one person delay the cycle with handing over a baton that only fits that other person's grip.
Relay-tionships of our young ages.
Damaré M
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Damaré M  Richmond , Ca
(Richmond , Ca)   
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