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Dec 2019
The evil mind in this time has no purity, living in sin begins a time for me to say obscurity, is the reason why security, shows no mercy for man, and when it can, it still buries me, so true protection tends to worry me, I start to hurriedly, take a breath fore death flurries me, I let these thoughts somehow continue, believe my venue, can be a place where faces lend you, a new soul and start to send you, they different menu, so you can pick and click what trends do, but, you're still stuck and it condemned you, do you intend to, turn around where frowns tend to, trick you again and say there's purity, though you know sure this sea, has no depths of set maturity.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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