you are still the mystery i chose to seek in a sea of manufactured personalities you remain unique unlike others you loathe ghetto, become for real i could have been down or a navy SEAL ha! sweet mysteries of life i thought opposites attracted and yet...we're basically the same and neither one of us is particularly lame some poet i am, i can't get it right but i have now seen the light all those boys i was with, i have to leave them alone before i get crushed and blown out like the proverbial candle, i'm trapped in paradise stuck with those motherfuckers when i felt like head lice but the sun comes back out and i am not like barney fife i'm enjoying you and the sweet mystery of life.Birth sign: Aries
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