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Jul 2013
Where do I go from here
My flame is burning low
As of the days of my addiction
And my suicidal soul
Wasted years blur together
Holding out for better weather
But this moment brought despair
The future seems so unclear
Love given but not received
Old wound, still it bleeds
How I long to be free
Free to be me
   Without you...
The ups and downs of the poetic mind.
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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