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Jun 2020
God don't let my ego get me.
Or recipe for **** up
Fix my blunders dummy mix up
Quick ****. I dont need a husband with no dixk ******
On my list of angry kids
For me to fist bump.
Forgive this sinful
Chin up.
As I raise my kids to swim
Club. My tongue is like
A switch blade.
Don't pretend wii playing
And don't switch ****. .
I hit your mouth like its a stick up
***** shoots you
If you lip off
Zipper like a train derailed
I'll track you down.
If im ticked off
Minute clock
And tick tock
Seconds until the train of thought
Evades the brain
And untangled from a slip knot
No stranger to escaping your spit job
Just to perform a jigsaw. Massacre
Of all 3 passengers with lip gloss.
Asking for a friend
I'm tired of teasing like
There's more than just a bit wrong
You guys think that I'm a genius
Or I'm ****. But your ***** wrong
I cant even turn into female form
If i was dead women at Robert pick tons pig farm
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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