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Nov 2019
End my sorrow, burn my pride.
Extinguish my ego, bury me alive

I'll ride the waves to my demise, floating downstream riding with the tides.

Withering leaves crunch underfoot,
The sound resonating through the woods

Let the fire cleanse my soul, the elements of life burning away all sense of fragility.

Whispers, whispers.. "l'appel dΓΉ vide"
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To be or not to be  26/M/North Battleford
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