I guess I’m going to start this off with a little poem about myself.

Who am I by Stephen Pignone

Who am i?

The question that’s asked,

Troubled in the mind

That is a fact.

Doesn’t fit in with this generation

An old soul some would say,

Once suffered with depression

Now seeing a better way.

At times struggle with the past

And tend to look far into the future,

Feeling a bit like a life raft,

Drifting away without a suiter.

Well there you have it

A bit on me,

What I write is like a kit,

Keep reading then you will see.

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