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Scott Hays
Trippin, grab your weapon. I start stepping to you , retreat back peddling your feet . Sweet I got ya girl juices on dried on my face. Don’t misinterpret for bruises. The truth is defined by time. Go for a climb and the more you rise the more your eyes get wide. Collide with a another universe some say it’s a blessing others will swear it’s a curse.