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Jan 2020
Ambition in his mission was heart of a ****, prohibition soul driven was colder defense, bolder your glimpse in a sense may make it seem tense, but all these problems to your tolerance makes solemn so it's calm and dense, your offence was the way you cater, you knew the taper path you took by saying prayers would dissolve betrayers, your appreciation secedes with form of lead, withdrawing from the wrongs that preceded and just retreaded.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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