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5d
You may find me...by the water, way too far to drown..in hell, waiting for the storm. Man of a lesser god. I am, who I claim to be, Child of the Blues. Resilient, nothing gonna break me. If it don't make cents. It's won't make dollars. left, right, body blow. Managing to slip few punches, but life is everlasting, unyielding meant to bend. Always outnumbered, always outgunned, I am not a mistake, like a supernova, the wind blows in from the west, to comfort and restore. I have no answers for what comes next, but I believe...I've been thru heartache and pains, and I won't lose to Me. See you at the summit.
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McArthur Hunt Jr
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McArthur Hunt Jr  56/M/Baton Rouge, La
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