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Apr 2014
Second guessing myself and mostly everything else,
Tracing back my path I took from living in hell.
Did I take the right road?
Or did I fall astray?
Am I content with being alone
Almost every other day?

Someday I'll find you,
And you'll stop hiding.
Most times, I miss you.
I always had a bad sense of timing

I don't want this to be goodbye
I really don't.
Eric Daniel
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Eric Daniel  Knew horde leans.
(Knew horde leans.)   
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