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Jun 2017
Outside looking in on the world, I feel as I am odd. A piece of a puzzle that doesn't quite fit, not sure where I should try to make an entry or what I should mesh into? I feel as if there are aged layers upon me as if I were an ancient thing waiting to be unearthed. So much of myself is a mystery and so much of the other world I see is unknown to me. I feel as if my skin is alien sometimes, when I try to open up a heavy weight comes crashing down on my efforts. Oh how I want to be accepted, oh how I just want to find a place that I can belong.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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