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Dec 2019
See me in my honest presence as a lie that hides his face, my integrity was set to be so cleverly misplaced............... the severity is a parody of my clarity, a lot of bones to pick but that was just a hair of me, that's only scaring me, self-worth is one that brags, if I fell worse, the hurt made it fun to tag, what I never had, gag cause it tastes bad, without dad, mom sags if her bags drag, but she never nags, she just saw right out the plastic, it's never drastic, practice plastered WOMAN out disaster, getting faster, though I spit the flow slowly, solely, it's a sorely feeling, healing if it knows me, might dearly and just fearlessly hear me with its nonchalance, put right in my system, now I list him as my confidant, I can never say "I want" if I just betray my need, life I never see was likely strife right from the might of me, with the quandary apart from me, reflection of deflection, like a tennis game, I would pen the same connection, between the two things that could show in the presence, of the human actions, ATTACKING ONE'S ATTENTION, but in THEIR OWN DIMENSION.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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