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Oct 2017
Fear me for those who have too much of me tend to lose self control.
Repeating their inappropriate actions in multiple ways, that they get thrown in the hole.
Even those who are in shackles its me they aspire.
Everyone around them suffers once I am acquired.
Discipline is out of the question when in people's hands I am obtained.
Only in death they wait for then I will be trully attained.
My meaning is worthless to many when I am awfully stained.
SHEROVIN ACROSTIC
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SHEROVIN ACROSTIC  30/M/Manila, Philippines
(30/M/Manila, Philippines)   
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