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Oct 2015
Almost 22 and my desires are screaming at me.
Pass failures just sit closely
My Skeletons are scared of me
My hands are made of sand,
My life is built on faith cause I wouldn't last without it.
I feel like the blood you have given me is missing and the breath I breath is limited what's limitless?
I want him bad and I don't know how to fight it,
I wanna kid man I swear I'm not confuse about it but God..yehh..what about him ?
It's better to talk about what you have and what you own then what your not and what we could of been.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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