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Sharing with my public, sommit like a pub trick. Wonder how its done! knowing that my grubs sick. Meaning my food for thought is nourishment for the mind. Sounds rude ovcourse but no punishment of mine. Truth can hurt and be hard to find. Once you've found it be sure not to leave it behind.
I got so much stuff to say right now but i'ma hold it back. Something like a play fight between friends, no punches. Just a tap. I shant be the one to introduce the topic. Decided a while ago, to be the one to drop it. If the question does get raised, ya know that I have got it. The answer that is, I've been praised before for knowin what the plot is. Know what the abrasions for, its how i've come to got this.
Be a shame to waste this opportunity to genralise what's soon to be common knowledge as soon as we get it together. Its looming see no one is imune to me. I'll infect all acclumatively, its no desease. Unity please! Spread to all communities.
If ya met me in person, no nicer a version. I know ya get me! no coercion, I'm the only person I am hurting. Its why I continue with my versing. To better understand whats perverting behind the curtian that no-body talks about. I'll keep reverting to the truth and bring it with clout.

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