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Feb 2021
A man rises at dawn, removing the mask that is his past.

He wants to start a new, using scissors to cut the memories of the past.
Visions that haunt him, enduring many sleepless nights reliving the horrors from long ago.

His future awaits, and he will no longer wear the burden that is the mask.

The scars of his past, erased by the dreams of his future.
I shed the mask for a better future.
Eric Bergeron
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Eric Bergeron  30/M/Calgary
(30/M/Calgary)   
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