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Mar 2014
She slipped through my hands
So many years ago
Her face has never faded
Her touch I’ll always know
She haunts me in my dreams
Her innocent little face
I’ll notice she is missing
And my heart will start to race
I’m running down endless streets
The panic holds me down
I’m crying out her name
But she’s nowhere to be found
If only I could make her know
The heartache that I feel
Ever since I lost her
This cut that never heals
    

BAD DREAMER Part 2
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Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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