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Dec 2019
To be or not to be. My state of being is not to be ****** with by other human beings. We intersect at different stages in life, your orbit does not infringe on the road of success I'm on, you're on the highway to hell, it takes a toll, you sold your vibrant soul so the stop sign you sped past is unable to instill discipline; life must only be a joke to you, you praise your reckless driving. I'm not gon ride or die with you, they say all birds of a feather flock together, you live by the sword so let that shotgun you ride shotgun with always stay loaded, pull the trigger and kiss the man that is a shell of yourself goodbye, it's suicide on I-45, in the fog, when it all clears up, and lifts to the sky, it's just another cloud that passes by, you passed on..may your soul rest in peace, I say again, may your soul rest-in-peace.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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