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May 2017
They called me monster for what I did
Saying that I deserve to rot in hell and burn to crisp
My own mother turned her back on me without shedding a single tear
And I just stared at her hoping she would understand
But...she just shook her head and walked away in shame
Never looking back, never viewing me the same
For in her eyes her little boy had died
Took a bullet right through his brain
And truth be told she isn't wrong
Her little boy was forever changed
Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.
Dr Strange
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Dr Strange  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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   Keith Wilson
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