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Oct 2020
Feel sorry for someone who don't compete.
I ripped the rappers for the bars to eat.
Brushed off the cavities, ready to brush them off my teeth.
Mouth wash mint, but they can't keep up and my trends already has been sent.
Like I said I feel sorry for the weak. Sorry that you can hardly speak. My brains been on fire this whole week.
When will I be well know. I'm talented and words like gold. Been writing, always mentally fighting. But I will always be the one climbing.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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