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Nov 2012
I traveled far and somewhere I died-
I went astray, went missing,
When I wanted to hide-

I couldn't bear the pain-
I couldn't bear any more-
I tried to reach out, but- what for?

No one would hear- not even that they could-
I am no longer able to do what I should-

I could- but,  I could not-

I know about should-
I lie now in the sand-
The dirt under the green and the wood.
Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence
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Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence  52/F/Utah
(52/F/Utah)   
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