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Dec 2011
There's no medicine for the pain, no bandage can mend the wounds that you've inflicted...
How do I maintain, how do I let go without feeling conflicted?
If time is my doctor then the doctor is out, why am I filled with so much doubt?
Is this pain my destiny? I fear this is what's meant for me.
I've got so many questions, I've learned so many lessons.
This lecture is getting old, I'm starting to feel cold...
Timothy J Kirkpatrick
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Timothy J Kirkpatrick  Tempe, Az
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