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Apr 2017
the origins of where one begins
are never the brightest of places
the horrors within love affaired and sins
are never the darkest of spaces
but to a time before i was who i where i how i when i why i am now
is not the I that i believe in now and so i take my bow
i dont know the direction of the future
but of one thing i know is sure
I will be
Written by
Lm Bernal  25/M/Dreams
(25/M/Dreams)   
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