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Jul 2017
It's the little things
I keep pushing aside
Under the rug
Of forgetful mind
Piles of concerns
Weighing me down
As if my voice
Has no sound

Paralyzed in free fall
My spirit descends
Into the abyss
Pulling me in
All of these small things
Now weigh a ton
Let it all go
And I will have won
''''
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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