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Dec 2019
The oppressor was the stressor, my lecture bought the pressure, we hurt in different measures, but our pleasure bought no treasure, so now we're in the desert, on a wild adventure, with no streak of hope we found us roped from our rude gestures, tried to play it clever, oppressor vs pressure, no one did it better cause we're stuck in this forever.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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