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Nov 2015
Her
I wonder why things always turn out to be lies,
Makes me wonder, why am i alive?

So I think what would it be like, To fly?
Creating a close harmony with the sky.

It's a question of time,
To step out of line,
and to strive to make her mine.
Jonathan Michael Rodriguez
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Jonathan Michael Rodriguez  Florida
(Florida)   
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