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Mar 2015
Come to me come, wherever you are,
When life is saddest, I'm never far,
Where things are hard, and you have to choose,
In the sing-songy home of the blues.

Come to me come, whenever you hate,
Yourself or others, it's not to late,
I'll help you and listen, when you need it most,
I'll hold you and bless you, and give you the most.
Daniel Thorne
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Daniel Thorne  21/M/Michigan
(21/M/Michigan)   
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