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Dec 2014
Under the comforter still feeling the chills knowing the nightmares will come despite your will again and again till you run out of steam just looking for something on which you can lean, but you're out in the wilderness alone and unheard, all the shoulders are gone, it's cold out here when you're all on your own
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Michael  Great Lakes
(Great Lakes)   
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