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Dec 2020
Shall I on this path embark
Past these feelings dark
The tension grips the spine
For calm, the heart does pine
Nature says to sit and quake
And pray the Lord my soul to take
The Lord takes souls this is true
But I pray my soul he'll take through
Accompany me to the greener grass
Where nerves are no longer as weak as glass
Written by
Travis Wilson  35/M/NC
(35/M/NC)   
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   Thomas W Case
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