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Jan 2018
I stood in front of of the mirror not even recognizing the boy standing in front of me.
when i look into ,my dark brown eyes it reminds me of a distant memory of happier days and beautiful blue skies.
Atlas
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Atlas  19/M/somewhere on the Moon
(19/M/somewhere on the Moon)   
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