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Dec 2019
As I'm moving up the ladder.. I found a medium with living large, small talk matters, but locked within this talk that for LIFE..  that you being a prisoner- can never break from the prisoner mentality because you guard it with your life!, just a theory from a thesis that was hard for me to try to debate, I put this on my mama though!.. it seems you die trying!, this can't be living!, I keep my sense of humor though by adding fuel to rumors, this fire and desire is the reason I never plan to retire until I can't take the heat from the kitchen, I love what's cooking and come back for seconds, my family holds it down, I never want to meet my hero, unless I'm a villain and he got time to come correct me, but **** the law, unless I fail to see outside myself my hero will be dead to me cause now I think my parents lied to me, tried to say he existed to scare myself from coming in my own skin, but it's hard to drain his image, especially whenever I sin, if you say I hurt your feelings **** your feelings cause the way I feel about em now is not in denial, you must understand this trial fore you show up, don't try to call it how you see it if you never been there where I was, TORE UP.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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