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May 2020
Drifting and drifting so far offshore
My being is solo, empty to my core
Why now, why, is this all there is I see
Please tell me, please convince me, who am I to be
If not, I chose to leave you here
And search and seek for what I hold dear
I may be gone, it’s past your time
Yet if we have shared, you will always be mine
Written by
Michael Southerland
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   jdmaraccini
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