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Dec 2019
I invite myself in as a guest in my own work, pay my debts with the newfound level of respect I have for my work after analyzing where my psyche is in that current place in time. I ask questions that another person might feel is ridiculous to ask, let alone ask yourself anything since people believe that even talking to yourself aloud or in your head is weird enough. I work to be a genius at mastering myself so in order to be that genius, asking questions are a part of the process. Progress will show itself in how I respond to those questions in my next effort if my last effort doesn't touch on it fully, as if it was a rough draft, the final copy isn't better, it's just more mature, more sure of itself. I'm sure of that, so save your questions till I'm done, let's focus on the here and now. Now that we found love, what are we gonna do?
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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