I looked in the mirror and I see a tired man who went through hell & back. A man who dresses fashionably with a good haircut. Skin like caramel and a hairy face. When he was a child he had been mocked, bullied, & hated. Wishing to change his dark past he goes to the gym to box, to sort out his rage, growing stronger everyday, he thanks God for granting him the life he has and his loving family. When the man in the mirror dreams at night, he dreams of a better life & future. He dreams of helping people overcome the true enemy fear and getting the most beautiful girl he could ever dream of. he is thinking, "The universe is the limit."
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