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Oct 2021
This day I face myself
Fear is an illusion
I refuse to imagine some doom
I refuse to **** our conclusion

Through the force of good
I recognise all faces
Fear not for our human death
will only change us.
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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