First I was in the dark
Deaf
Dumb
Blind
Cried out
No sound
Words unknown
No smell
No touch
Hell I was in
Or my mothers womb
About the Creator
josh tavenor
I'm a 46-year-old man who used to train people in Fitness/Nutrition and I was training to be the first Mr. Olympia from Canada but my career was cut short due to a car accident messing up my back so now I'm on disability Ontario writing.
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