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Jun 2020
As ****** up as my persona got.
I never lost my inner meaning
Being of a stolen freedom
Seeing demons.
In the depth of dark sky.
Breathing in a narc high.
Like why is thoughts with baby momma.
Equal upto dark eyes.
My family substance over wreckage.
I seen  in them as smart guys.
Sparse time.
To start rhymes about my hard time.
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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