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Feb 2018
We all have the same hood story about sour milk struggling mothers and pain. Even I Got tired of eating crumbs my brother moved weight ended up lost in the gold of the street lights chains on his neck got him weighted over the hustle and escaping now,  Who knows if I'll end up like my brother who hungers for the street lights like a moth
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K  21/Two-Spirit/UnderGodsEye
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