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May 2017
In the tender parts
Of your naive heart
Footprints where
They went too far
So come to me
My precious friend
And I shall comfort
And help you mend
There's no magic
That cannot cure
So come to me
And have no fear
Trust these words
As true as lies
It gets better
On the other side
...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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