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Aug 2019
I am no longer certain
That you are the man I want standing beside me
As I lay my father in his final resting place

Someday

I am no longer certain
That you are the kind of man that my father
Would have chosen to care for me after he

Is gone

I am afraid
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  20/F/Colorado
(20/F/Colorado)   
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