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Mar 2014
He wretched with fear not knowing what to do. Feelings enveloped him like waves yet to no avail. His core torn between abandoning reality and a journey he could not make. What if they met and it was his all? But their nothing. That would be death of the spirt. The worst sum of all fears. No more words to write, unedited.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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