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Aug 2018
Truth be told
I cannot sleep
Although I wish for peace forever
I am colder now than ever
Still praying for peace
I can be the wind beneath your wings
I can feel so powerful
Yet alone, I don't feel anything
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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