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Nov 2020
My ego tried to impress me
But the fact is, I’m losing ground
When I wrestled with my Demons
God is nowhere to be found

My RNA is failing
In a  blemished tarnished blur
My eyes are getting tired and
I’m searching for my words

My dreams are but exhausted
I’ve lived and lied and loved
I took the devil by his horns
I never did give up!

What sound did I make
What word did I leave out
If I’ve said my all
Where is my curtain call

Now
My dressing room is bear
The end was somewhere in there.
Traveler Tim

Exit stage left
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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