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Dec 2019
Depriving these horizons, we must try to strive for honesty, rhetorical instincts may better drive apologies, cause while pursuing missions, losing vision was a factor, cause lying to a fighter, their delight had made us actors, it seemed the sky was blacker and the facts would make us fluid, solidity, their dignity was quick to make us sewage, prove it how you see them moving and the stupid we compelled, these cells made it hell and we failed with no bail, tried to say we're well, but our smiles couldn't take it, a broken heart that's weak in its beats tries to fake it, replacing what's mistaken as a species seemed to teach me, meet me where you seek to speak to freaks is how you reach me.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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