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Dec 2019
How this pondering fostered prospers preposterous thoughts, amongst the conquerors who's sponsored that their monsters was caught, GOD forgive me for my serious, and curious phrase, money comes, go's, flows in mysterious ways, still I'm glad I'm paid, though these days delays, some say they beef for our relief but my belief is it's staged, being right right now but in rare degrees, so let the guarantees bleed cause our cares recedes, see I thought that I was freed and my life would be gravy, but then I proved that I was crazy when some ladies were shady, they shouting pay me, no one saves me, only raised me to drop, it was my fault that I had trusted, now disgusted from rusted plots, it's hard to resist the lust of me cussing and fussing ****, just know that it's a blessing for these lessons and not from luck, though stuck in this multitude where I am bound to lose, I cruise from the clues so my dues I only choose.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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