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Dec 2019
Seven days a meditator, you feel the peace in you can't demonstrate a perpetrator, you served me later with your built skills that still fulfills the feeling of guilt, we work to build a fuller thrill, when dull, indulged with pulls to ****, the bull in this revelation, is only lulled when he rules out his expectations, the cessation of the rest of this representation, can rest the case of this changing face, every place I find myself chasing happily, I find it sad I had dealt with apathy.. to recognize paths to this empathy.. becoming wise, seeing its lent to me, to feel the rest of me, by definition I'm real, steal this destiny, I was just hating to peel.. the deal that delivers the shivers to freedom.. the man in the mirror, I never can beat him.. lead him to the reading to feed him.. essentials with potential to greet him.. in the place that he wished for.. he's peaceful, now it's his floor.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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