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Gudience? We have none.


The world is still cold when its over a 100 degrees hot, feels like no one cares about... you and whatever you're going through i hope it soon gets better the world don't revolve around you but around cheddar we kill our own fakes think they got they own throne you would swear we're genetically connected to bats cause people don't see nothing, ain't lecturing, just stating facts but the world has to end some way and im just waiting for the day not sure where i'll be headed but i repented and asked for forgiveness and tried to live right getting on my knees and praying every night i hope i go up, coolin with my everything my Heavenly Father, my King
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Sandilew
We need love not hate in this world.

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