I am as it seems, an absentminded vessel scourged by flocks of extroverteed beings, affected, though, I’ve revived my prunes and reincarnated the plums of my dreams,
But nothing in this life is as it seems, the product of a world’s adversities, bound by its stone walls and red-herring subsidies, a slave risen from poverty and brought down by skeptics and invitators of negativity.
I am driven to succeed because of the things that’s disappointing of me and others.
Terry Little #562207
2240 hubbard rd.
youngstowon, Ohio 44505
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