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Jan 2020
Tell me, if I'm worthy of plans with a ***** hand, others they are early but never certain just earning grands, a deserving is bland for a man that works his hands off demands and seems to can his true command, he was deep in a hypocritical being, so someone save him he's seeing ***** reciprocal dreaming, and his bosses that's scheming, yeah they're dreaming too, cause if they prize concealing one's self esteem, then the demons brew, if my philosophys' soft to see, then you'd probably too, throw me in a phony crew, lonely so I can't pursue, work where it was needed to feed my thirsty plans, punishing my early stand, cleaning off my ***** hands.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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