No you can’t define me or even unwind me. I’m turt up in unlimited spaces so don’t even try to find me. I keep my real business to myself so no drop dimming me. I know NO LIMITS, so you can’t mystically father time me. I’m like that wine you see. What God has created FINITE BEAUTY.
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Shetonya Latryce (
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A self image well stated in unequivocal terms. Nicely done
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