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Aug 2014
For every day with a bright sun and a clear sky there seems to be a gloom reserved just for me.Β Β In this familiar darkness I see all too well the demons within and without.

And so I wander through every day with a clouded mind as if in a maze
and every night reciting a prayer to mother pain and father torment.
Tony Oquendo
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Tony Oquendo  48/M/MA
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