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Jan 2015
Messing with a saint
So I'm flying with no wings.
The other likes my gun
So I shoot him with a pic and I blow his brains.
Literally seriously clearly your pilling me like a orange.
I can't take it cause u come just to squeeze me and you know it.

I'm feeling used
I'm feeling new
How do I ***** something without even touching you ?

Why do they talk when they want to
I trust in God never trust in the issues cause I'm walking issue don't trust me I got  issues...
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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