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Sep 2018
I see an image of a man.
He looks tired and broken.
The scars of his past written on his face
His eyes scream,
Save me!
My hand reaches out in desperation.
The image shatters,
Leaving me alone,
With a broken mirror.
Darison Strange
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Darison Strange  31/M/Dallas, TX
(31/M/Dallas, TX)   
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