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Nov 2016
Perhaps i have begun my final chapter, almost like a Raptor.
Feeble and fast, darting about
without direction or doubt.
Doubt is beheld only by those with thought.
I will feel as I have Fought - senseless, fameless, aloof and alone.
My pack, my tribe has moved onward when i felt I was home.
It is just another mirror that I stand in alone.
Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence
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Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence  52/F/Utah
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