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Dec 2019
Spitting thoughts that come to my brain, sitting on the train, wondering when will I pertain, fame to others games, I heard of change, but my eyes saw it otherwise, maybe statistics of epidemics are there to lie, can't help but clear my eyes and shy from the poisoned streets, practice of aiming heat defeats peace, so **** the beat, I love critique, but I seek to take the full credentials, don't judge a rare potential if you can't bear essentials, weapon is my pencil cause I can't afford a pen, with it I wore the lens to form the mends and score a ten, defend a friends revenge towards a man makes a foe, that brings you to a low, asking bro's where to go.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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     JAM and Cyclone
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