matt

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eight years of innocence, rushing through his veins, veins with cells and energy of pain. pain so deep and mysterious, explanation is a mission impossible.

but he keeps positive, riding through life in a hot air balloon, head in the clouds. oblivious to the world, he feels but is blind.

moving on day by day, trying to forget his ghost like past, he looks to the future. mighty Matt soars.


                                                                                    - Victoria Wallace

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