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Dec 2019
Ending my lone wolf stage.. never pleased by the ease, of separation.. our nation in a dire state, desperation.. forgot about the blood, tears, perspiration.. it took to build this *******, and I'm a piece of it, so I feel what I am, and everybody's **** stinks, spraying febreeze and some was acting this the high life, I needed fresh air so I was active in the twilight, shedding light on this declining burning passion, it's story time, the glory-must be everlasting.. the feeling that we felt was special.. remember the youth, knew about it, the truth, grew about us, then privacy no more, we were now exposed, but different from being exploited, we would still avoid it, my life, my will, my drive, my strive reborn, the world looks new again, I cry myself to sleep, and sleep like a baby, just to keep you up at night, you say get a grip, but this only feels right, excited to be enlightened, I hope it never dies, never will I grow too fast cause I can fly, gifted with a birds eye view, I won't try you, my will is to soar, you'rs is to roar.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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