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Sep 2018
It seems at a young age. I saw.
That music is something I could grasp.
Something that is endless.
Unlike our human body.
It's passed down.
From generation to generation.
Always changing with the times.
Always morphing for the agenda.
Underground lies the true talent.
JoshuaHaines
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JoshuaHaines  24/M/West Va
(24/M/West Va)   
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