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May 2020
Hi I'm addicted trying to attain.
A level of fame.
Seduced in lessons.
With a mentor in pain.
Clueless moves.
Doing laps around a loop
Of losing with shame.
Sike. I'm not gruesome yet.
But I knew these delusions
Were sane
I'm so genius. Wheres the proof.
The futures shades.
Of black and grey.
With hues of blue in my veins..
Like puddle of mud.
She ******* hates me.
I do too in a way....
Step up to the base kid.
Your a base head. Nah uh
Why you blue in the face?
Tie your shoes.
You penny pouch.
Before you take two cents to you
Grave.
Ah huh.
You ******* knew what I'd say.
Brutal.
hoping.
Humans
will be less than
A dangerous race.
Now hit the ******* ball.
And get your tooth decay away from my face
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
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