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Dec 2019
For your plans to mold me, you sold me to focused homies, stories that you told me would scold me to fold the phonies, no more sitting lonely, I'm growing and showing consciousness, accomplishments astonish responses that launch my confidence, tolerance is in larger margins, I bargain starving, barging parking spots, target these crooked sergeants departing foreign thoughts that's hot, tutor the newest shooter, the loser is the contributor, cruisers are distributors that fool us using a computer.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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