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Dec 2012
I see the way you look at me.
I see the way you look at me.

What will it take for you to see
that we all come from the same corrupted tree.
I'm sick of people looking at me like I'm a freak and judging my every action.  I may look like I'm messed up but that's just because I'm not being fake.  We all mess up, we're all imperfect, we all SIN.  Stop trying to hide it.  Stop judging your brothers and sisters.  START building up one another and helping them get through their problems.  Don't be FAKE.
Zach Gordon
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Zach Gordon  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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