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Jan 2014
Why is it that impressions on a page express more than my words ever can?

Why is it that I can not speak the emotions that ink can easily represent?

Why can't I just live behind these scribbles and hide from the world?

These are the questions that I need answers to. But only **one person can answer them...
Josh Murphy
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Josh Murphy  Dublin
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