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Dec 2019
Moving up while down. The fact I left looks right. I stopped to go slow, fast to locate trafficking at all costs. Back and forth it comes and goes, highs became lows as my self image of life in heaven was ego death within hell, I switch sides to play it safe, I'm on nobody's side, we go our seperate ways, and our differences unites us.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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