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Oct 2018
Tragedy struck in its own way,
When I lost my will to live today.
Hollow and empty a pale, body shell,
So frail and so lifeless, not looking so well.
My words are fledgling, and often unnoticed.
A ghost in the corner, nobody will miss.
I'm sorry my love, my time is fleeting.
You didn't notice my heart had stopped beating.
Matthew O'Dowd
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Matthew O'Dowd  33/M/Houston
(33/M/Houston)   
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   Bobby Dodds
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