Flora$$$ghostw12
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Never me never u this box never dance with the devil till u rip up those who question u and me and we will question them to darkest depths toll no comment cant reach clutch on throats crumble them un humble skewed unvision like we children on knees, like we worship
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The Immortal Wize says: PROPS!!! all you need is 1 to make a thousand. |
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