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Dec 2015
They look at me like an alien. Like I don't belong, as if wanting to know more was a crime. But They're just kids. Blinded, cruel, unwilling, and closed minded. But one day, they will realize, they will open their eyes and want what i have to offer , but on that day it will be too late. Forgive them? I would. But My eyes have been trained to see past their mask's. Who they really are has already been revealed to me. And because of knowledge, i am no fool.
Jonathan Michael Rodriguez
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Jonathan Michael Rodriguez  Florida
(Florida)   
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