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Dec 2019
Started from the bottom going over the top into a bottomless place, I over thought it from the top of my head, simply stuck with the basics at the tail end of what begun to be the last resort, rise above your situation, what goes up must come down, back into reality, head out the clouds, on to my hideout, head in my ***, headed to ******* myself over when the surrounding atmosphere becomes thin, my skin ain't thick enough to handle the pressure, the ******* blew by back out, legs became shaky, moaning from the pleasure and pain, I'm sprung with this nexus, sexually confused.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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