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Dec 2019
The time has come, my mind on the run with one thought, nobody wants to question, it's just all action, figured I was just retired when I quit athletics, but the paramedics checked me and I'm good to go, with my own strength, time to muscle hours of participation, gotta be perfect as can be, my legs shaking, I'm hit with distraction, it's my baby calling all in one minute, and just to think I thought I was alone, I got a fan, It's fantastic that I claim I'm self-sufficient cause this fan, proves that she's a witness and she loves me solo, but she threatens this could end.. It's no love in cold rooms, we need time to spend..this was pillow talk coming from imaginary friends in a well thought realistic setting, our wedding consits of happily ever afters with laughter and stunts, just ******* around, you know how kids are, but ain't no puppy dog affairs, it's real love, with the Primetime ******* chasing the cat, until put down by veterinarian, it's Mr. Therapist.. he killed the ****, now I'm astray, he never knows how to play, all day he does the same **** and never has a break..so I need to catch a break to break rules and break out, no breaking bread just to break me...it's just a broke lease, must make peace with the fact that I have no peace of mind, from my piece of the pie, oh why oh why must I look in my eye, to find that I am crying from dying slow, pitiful to pity me, I knew better, far ahead to have a head on shoulders, but a stiff necked soldier.. is caught from his blindside by one that is colder, the struggle remains to be sober, I'm thinking it over.. older, I grow old to see.. I'm me so I can be free.. from all my vice and advice.. that kept me sliced and took my life.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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