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Jul 2012
Reflection of myself.
I constantly see.
One minute a intelligent man.
The next second someone constantly wondering.

Why the world is the way it is?
When together we can accomplish creating peace.
As a whole we can end all wars.
But in the mixture you always have someone that's totally trouble.

Some lives to create havoc.
Some lives to be an outcast.
Almost like music of the past.

A reflection of myself.
I constantly seeking.
Someone that measure the sincerity of their heart.
And treasure those they professes to love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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