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Nov 2019
There was a time
When the evil in me
Simply took over
I tried my best
To never be sober
I had no need for morals
Not a thought of tomorrow
I lived out my deepest
Emotional scars
Needles, crack pipes
Kicked out of every local bars
Truly
I never anticipated
Getting this far
But here we are
I've no need to be a liar
My soul has been chard by fire
My poetry reflects
A man with nothing left
Nothing left to lose
Accept for you
.........................................
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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