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Jan 2020
Reception of my conception was testing the schemes with the questions, I never became it's possession if it led to stressing, of course oppression is a lesson learned if it's earned, if you flexed the term, Quest, was the next concern, adjourned to it's burns, kept risks that could've slept, every single step, heavy breaths, tingled reps, though a mingled text, brought you amateur perception, brighter words could've served you a pure reception.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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