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Aug 2017
I sit back and wonder, not why? But about life, what makes me see the real meanin of the things that I see. Constantly, I continue to be, the realist of a lot of human things. Mother Oshune is what pureth me, let her rinse my face and cure me.. To be to be safe of the things that try to pull me, to be wise of the people who try to fool me. May my spirit control and guide me, may GOD be beside me, may the devil be abolished from me. May no door be open, let me toss the key. Let righteousness be in my hands. Let light shine and be around my stands. Let no human take my garnishments for their own evil possessions. But let me astray, and be found in my own essence.
Tokyo
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Tokyo  18/F/Newark DE
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