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Jun 2020
Maybe I become my insecurities.
Uncertainty is hurting me.
Firstly uncle roberts
Was my greatest fear.
Of rejecting family
For fame and stardom.
With no inter generation courtesy
I thought he rocked
I watched him nervously.
But surfacing.
His selfish lifestyle.
Earning him a curse word
And a ******* eye smile
I'm a ******* wild child...
Criminal intent
Possession of a lethal
Mile high club rival
Named Barry smiles
He prepares guys
To meet the maker
In  a **** me off in high style
With a universal high five
To a stylish guy pile.
Just unorthodox.
The supporting thouhht
Is a marathon mile
******* style.
With jordan styles
Reporting mile high club guy pile
With the ******* wild child
If ******* mes a crime
Than get ready for
A ******* line up
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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