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Dec 2019
I take a minute to clear these gimmicks I mentioned, the tension making me second the need for wrecking my section, this new impression may shoot all the true affection, no destiny free from stressing, our beings are two dimensions, for three, I'm messing with fragrance that proves it's flagrant, no putting me at the top, I'm so opposite not adjacent, I caught you chasing me, facing me, know I'm naughty, but since my interest was instant, let's party in my Bugatti, the music doubts me so no one chooses to shout me, so losing this type of thing, all the dues it brings sings about me, call each other by cursed names, fame was not the same, no gimmicks cleared cause I fear, here, I was to blame.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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