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Dec 2019
The hatred in this world that's tainted, trace my lonely face, I'd replace if this race would only prove that it's a waste, can't escape but reshape this scapegoat to taste hope, prejudice is the late scope from rapes rope, one that waits may date odds, create gods, so dislodged, my appetite is clogged, but accept a plate of cod to dive inside the LIVE seas, the respect arrives, strives for DYING breeds, the solution was convoluted cause it's polluted, I wasn't suited to sue it so I would only mute it.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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