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Nov 2014
He held his hand high to feel the breeze
Tears in his eyes as he went down on his knees
He was happy to be alive but grieving his fate
He was lost in thoughts, in it's natural state
Ridiculed with contempt, he didn’t feel the same
He pinched himself to see if it was a dream
An experience left him with a wounded soul
His world was dead, he had lost control
His mind was confused, desperate for a solution
Chasing mirage or be an illusion
And as he gradually left the ground
He heard a whisper a faint sound
'The only weapon to fight this pain,
is to leave the past behind and live again’
Unified approach
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Unified approach  Beaverton, OR
(Beaverton, OR)   
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