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Sep 2017
If only you could see my thoughts.
My words paint a picture, I hope you see the motion within the text.
In my head, are engraved visions of the past.
The smiles. The laughter. The anger. The regret.
Their all there, with me always.
I do my best not to dwell, for I know more memorable moments are to come.
I just want you to know what I’ve seen.
My life on display.
The colors. The people. The darkness. The violence.
Its made me who I am.
I have to take time, to just smile and be proud.
If you could watch my mind on a screen, would you pay attention?
That's a very small price to pay, compared to the scars I’ve collected.
The cinematic display would be award worthy.
The ideas. The insights. The love. The lovers. Here with me always.
At this moment, I'm happily adding you to a whole new scene.
Come sit, lets watch the screen.

-Em Har
Em Ray Har
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Em Ray Har  24/M/Brooklyn, New York
(24/M/Brooklyn, New York)   
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