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Dec 2019
You only can be the founder from countering cowards wrath, try tactics to rise the fastest, you die by classic collapse, proceeding, I see the g that means all the glee being gangster, from tasking to blast assassins, the p is passion in prankster, commingling, continue singing to sew the strings for wings, fake preaching disgraces teachings, they trace beseeching for things, rags to riches are flames that frame to blame your brain, bag them ******* that claim they came to save from shame.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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