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Jan 2013
In memory of me
The dying thing called me
Wandering the world in utter distess

I ask that if I fall
You do not step on me
For so many times it's happened, i confess

In memory of me
Who longs to cry but has no tears
Whose fears come to reality each day

I beg you to see me
For invisible I am still
And the memory of me is fading away
Nik Bland
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Nik Bland  30/M/Port Charlotte, FL
(30/M/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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