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6d
All our chaos is coming to a head, all our different paths illuminated red.
All that was once hidden beneath our hunting gathering greed..
Right in front of us, the evil we let be..
Let grow, left festering on low.. Darkening our compromising souls..
The ball is in our court, the power’s in their’s.. Do it, take the shot if you dare, that’s if you even care.
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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