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Dec 2019
I gave my so-called friends nectar from my flower but all they gave me in return was the venom from their stinger and now I must bite the bullet and **** it up and **** it out to keep growing.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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