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Dec 2019
Assume me crippled having crutches, from clutching grudges with judges, disgusted from discussing the rust that's munching my duchess, what's the use in cussing, no just in fussing for justice!, only will erupt all the scuffling shuffling the punches, bunches of their lunches resumes the human consumption, while they give me nothing my stomach's grumbling for something, they fed me just to summon the coming of all my fumbling, that's why you see me numbing, I'm dumbing from all my tumbling.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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