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Oct 2013
I've made it but there is nothing left
To claim or to see
What once was a reward is dead to me
All this effort, all this pain?
Will victory ever feel as good as fame?
When do I shoot for the stars? Do I even take aim?
What once was my claim to fame is yet again another game...
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
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