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Nov 2019
When I was a kid I would carry a can of spray paint in my backpack
I always wanted to leave behind something that someone would see
Something that would make them stop and be enthralled
Something interesting... inspiring even
Something more than just the value of its creator

Maybe I haven’t changed that much
Robby
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Robby  38/M/Arkansas
(38/M/Arkansas)   
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