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Feb 2020
once from a demon. I watches it sit
once from the demon I watched it get hit.
for a God he is cruel but when he is happy I am filled with ecstasy
for i am his profit and he comforts me
in my latest i've seen a girl
i've seen a boy and a mother
pushes the boy aside. no he is not he.
a new presence shall accompany me
as God's profit
he gave me this vision he gave me these people.
he gave me a story
in my dreams
I am to help them.
who are you?
Adelaide
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Adelaide  16/Gender Nonconforming/Wyoming
(16/Gender Nonconforming/Wyoming)   
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