Awakened Soul
“Strong, well mentally. Physically I'm timid see. I have these urges to mix and master these words, fortify alphabetical strongholds that ain't for the ordinary birds. Young black male addicted to women, money but also the psychological needs of well tailored verbal melodies. Vivid yet no picture, yeah like Heaven be. Construct or construe these movies, which once were pictures but are sentences with weak put together words that were put together by powerful arranged letters that can create an endless ocean of feelings.”
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