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Oct 2014
My rooms ***** and if you checked my history on my phone I bet that would be to.
But the king is coming and I'm cleaning up what makes look ugly to.
Can I go hear without you deleting my page?
Nooo! So I hope those who read this will slip in truth like a bar of soap.

THERES no where to run except to the only place your legs bend and your hands together...you know.
It's not that he don't hear it's just we been going to the loudest wicked places of the world and it's hard to hear the truth.
Listen!
Oh listen...before my tombstone.
No one else  can save you except the one that's on the throne.

Drink Isaiah 55 invitation to thirsty except drinking from "Sinkist" look at your soda can really close
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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