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Apr 28
My life has been a long winding road , lonely and tired no sympathy showed . I hold to no grudges , no resentments nor hate , I've learned some hard lessons the first? was to wait .
In this life of trials I seldom did know , the love of a father and onward I go . Still I'm no sceptic , it's plain to see ? the scars on this heart beating inside of me . They are not random , I know every one , each has a name , the damage is done . Now I am older , wiser for the wear , I look to the future with a thousand yard stare . one more round for the end of the show ,   the cuts come quickly but the healing is slow .
with the right kind of encouragement we will reach for the star's
charles bateman
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charles bateman  56/M/Sedro Woolley wa 98284
(56/M/Sedro Woolley wa 98284)   
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