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May 2015
I could show you the real me but you wont like what is inside.
The thoughts and ideas that swim in my mind.
Promise not to judge me, whatever you find.
My mind is a labyrinth I have yet to fully define.
What I have found so far is not for the faint of heart.
If you are sure you are ready, take my hand, and we will depart.
Written by
MIA  Richmond, VA
(Richmond, VA)   
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   Chris
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