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Jan 2015
I don't even need an answer to
the question

... I just want to know you'll all be right when I'm gone.
Does solution ever come?
Do we carry these burdens with us forever?
And beyond??
Will I ever be free to float away from here?
Will I fade away?
Or do I have to go out in flames?

All questions I am without the means to answer.
But ALL meaning is meaningless withoutΒ Β absolution.
I need this certainty or surely I will waste away.
Andrew Kerklaan
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Andrew Kerklaan
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