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Apr 2018
I want to be like the wind.
You cannot cut it.
You cannot contain it.
You cannot stop it.
You cannot hurt it.
It is nothing.
It is everything.
It just exist.
Richard Reid
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Richard Reid  27/M/Mount Vernon, NY
(27/M/Mount Vernon, NY)   
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