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Dec 2019
My brethren in this courtyard that's charged in this program that claims it can call you out your name, of course, most resist, we coexist, with different sentences from different judges, with different grudges and different cells, his is limited, mine is well thought out, in this world where we never knew better to do better, you read my letter from here!.. it's clear you're far in a different state but let it register to your consciousness, I used to be where you at!!, I wanted you to give closure that things would rapidly improve, instead I'm always on the move!, in circles!, to think outside the box is hopping hurtles, instead I need a get out of jail for free card rather than an "I wish you well", I'm ready to tell!, these retards can be hard, in regards to my peace I piece out this piece of the puzzle that never fit in my mind, it's time to see this stuff traumatized our mankind.. we may be blind but when you open your eyes in such a narrow space, it replaced your own mind with an attitude destined to fail, take advantage of the commissary given just to give a bitter taste of the mundane previous life you was living in an attempt to have this not look fully arbitrary.. and contrary to our own mental prisons, I saw this as a ****** way you could feel forgiven..they say hard work pays off, for your homeostasis your brain must never take days off, with overtime I was showing I was superhuman, with ambition to get flowing to get out the ruins.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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