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Jan 2020
Bullets to my chest truly hurts, felt my heart burst!, guess the things we say and do are cursed, plus it gets worst, all we think is that we should go first, what a careless ****!, money then corruption builds from work that we do on Earth, babies taught from birth get their minds blown, plus they they own- adults cause they took over the world, they're just as cold as stone, I'm alone guessing what I gotta do on from here, If I fear, people will just tear me up and shed no tears, to my peers, this must be the realest **** I ever wrote, cause now I'm broke!, breathing deadly fumes thinking of this note- and if I choke-suffocate this letter too cause now my folk- listen to the ones that worship demons and think this a joke!
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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