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Oct 2015
I do not exactly know how i lived. But i did. and I do.
I do not know what it means to live, and yet i have, it is true.  
I am a pendulum, forgotten by physics
I will never not swing.
I will always sing through the air.
and when I'm here, or when I am there
I'll always live, though it's never fair.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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