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Sep 2014
As I go,
Rolling to rhyme and flow of my pen.
In a dark den with a mindset that won't bend.
I keep going in, end over end, so many times,
can't even comprehend; my reality means
There's no end. Me and Destiny can't be lovers
bad with Karma, so we
can't be friends.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   r and heather jackson
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