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Aug 2018
Everyday Im always looking myself into the mirror asking.
who I am?
I focus my eyes upon his eyes.
I focus my face into his face.
and suddenly I feel sad. Because the person infront of me was a man with no love and a hopeless. I might be leave myself infront of the mirror. And find the some pieces of myself. Where the man in the mirror was already missing and its already broken
21st Century
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   Edmund black
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