Words up my sleeve
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Last published Fri, Jan 30, 2015
The words in which one may lay their eyes on, are those from the heart of a young and very lost soul...
One that is forever on a journey to find himself in the world.
One who shares his experiences through metaphors and rhymes, because words are easier to write than to be said aloud.
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