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Jan 2020
Not instant but in a distance, my self assistance is business that is dealing with clutter labeled "other" from sucker *******, witness performance, **** is swarming, I cannot chill to breathe, reasons for pity never witty cause ****** ******* lead us to remember wild adventures, these censored fantasies pleasure as if it's treasure, it's measures elect erections pleads, word to my seeds, never speed to receive this greed, thinking you freed, but indeed it breeds guilt right on receded knees, look at my days and rephrase my self ambition list, vision won't reach precision if losses was a conscious wish.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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