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Nov 2022
Under the water havent a breath, thought I was an angel ready to ascend.
..To the end, fought to begin but in the middle we rest.
Are we lost to the sin? It's like we're in a web.
Where do we go now, what have we hid?
I got the drops on vial trial by fire.
Wider scope everybody retires.
Think I get it from the bible..
Side note when I wrap em like Cairo.
Moniker on Ice cold.
Maybe I'm ******
Gabriel.
Micheal.
Zadkiel.
I'm gone.
Like an alien lightshow.
Master Gunter
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
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