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Jan 2020
Geronimo!; falls my domino, cries my fate, portions of my misfortune, snake eyes relate, hate to ******* place, though this sensation was precipitation, maybe I must blame altercations with participation, young and dumb hums a sum into negative light, is the positive a lot to give a plotting to life?, I must fight, claiming sight to regain sense of sanity, this game plays the same but a flame is profanity.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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