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Jun 2015
Doom is my companion, he breathes me
Death is beyond my grasp, it taunts me
My love has gone missing without a trace
My spirit lost in an in-between place

Such is my pain, have I lost this game
Pictures fade, faces without names
Reality an infection growing in my brain
**** sweltering heat, I wish it would rain

This bed I have made on broken glass
Where nightmares linger, sweet dreams pass
This dread unending, this ache that dwells
I am but a ghost of a man in my own hell...
Traveler Tim
I think back to when I wrote this,
I was in a prison cell
with no idea of when I would ever be free again.

re to 03-17
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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