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Dec 2019
The wise man knew my eyes seductions, sparking wild eruptions, could it be he studied how I function, all those ones I'm ******* over, now the clover has struck magic now it's tragic scenes, now he smirks as I get worse, the havoc that this has now means, I can't trust myself, can't even look at me, the evil stares, blares up and down the stairs, flares, no one even cares, it tears through my heart, and now I'm torn apart, these spears are sharp, given to my soul cause I was heartless it's hard to start this caring through my heart.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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