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Dec 2019
Crashing fore I finish, replenishing the fast doom, prematurely in this, so I'm picturing the classrooms, soon you assume my diploma is my birth date, burst into college, yeah that was my first take, you can be my witness and exhibit for artistic steps, when I quit and whine, that could kiss your wish to death, unless I grow and orientate, this floor to my state, poor foundation only proves that there's more that it takes, can't shake my role, soul is vogue that fakes stab, break the tongues sake, forsaking great paths, laugh at the past, imagine how days total, if only I could say TODAY, that they were noble.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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