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CHRISTOPHER K JORDAN
CHRISTOPHER K JORDAN
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We shall not play this game a love like a toy We still kids, we just some grown ass orphans Just like gods we can create and destroy. We should make love and then have an abortion. Friendships made to be built and then destroyed everything in my past is disappearing in a void. I know that God has some plans for me I know that there something there for me. I don't question it, I'm just fortunate, I'm just expressing it. Illa the immaculate soul I wasn't feeling then and now I came back and I'm cold I was baptized as a kid now following baphomet's codes. Only fuck with bitches that love wearing some blasphemous clothes. Brody ran that pack and I came back with some snacks from the store Illa got that pack and he came back with some crack for the go. illa way too cold, he do not need to steal none of y'all flows Illa bitch so bad, he do not need to steal none of y'all hoes
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