*my name is unimportant. but what im about to say is very important> so listen up...* now please, swear on a stack of bibles this high that what you are about to say is not a lie no embellishments, no improvise because jail is where you'll be if he dies you now take offense to something i say does that mean im not gonna say it anyway?? the truth hurts YOU, but im going to shrug it off did i mention that im reminded that when i cough a charge goes into my 230-pounds, and i am energized i don't have to deal with it, but your confidence dies an outlet of creativity, first to criticize out of fears that you'll get it right back, and burst into tears the real truth is that you don't understand nor do you even try to, you take it in hand try to crush a dream that isn't really yours to do so and when it happens to you, don't you cry tears of woe?? so the truth is instead of doing bad with a smile thats loud try to have some sense, and make mama proud.Birth sign: Aries
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