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Dec 2019
I got no time for them, they got no time for me, debating this life I'm facing this matrix making me, go blind fore my eyes close, opposing these closing doors, don't know where they lead me to, so the mission is living for, the one that is giving more, **** the ones that be dealing more, at the end of the day you paper chase for more so they feeling sore, aftermath is they killing for, what's really not theirs, so my solution is stay inside, besides they don't care, about the human that bears sight to crimes they committing, so I ain't no peacemaker, most are fakers trust they not fixing this living, only is mixing the peeling caps with they traps, so I freak whenever they come close cause facts would collapse, so I react and go back and tap this pen to the paper, cause this experience is nearing this felonious caper that vapors MY MIND, ONE MORE TIME, say it AGAIN, I WON'T be TRACED by these evil SNAKES and TAKE what they SEND.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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