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Jun 2014
We look to see. judge with our eyes upon a face or disguise. Voices are the truth what we can say sets us apart from others not the curve of our nose nor the scars we may bare. We all have battles many of mine have been lost, I am no defeated man I am no bitter solider. I am lost in an abundance of foul play and bizarre nature.
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Whiskywolf
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