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Oct 2014
Spoke to Jesus yesterday
To a loss of hope I am a slave
Did it work, was the magic true
Or like me, are you broken too

Brush with fate, now it’s too late
To prove my love to my soul mate
There was a time when I believed
That love like that could set us free

The curse of life is this evil half
Tried to cry but had to laugh
‘Cause it’s not so far from there to here
This mark of Cain I’m forced to wear

Half my secret I don’t dare to tell
Like in that dreams you just can’t yell
You awake to silence ashamed to know
Deep inside there’s a thought so low

I believed in a god who ruled by fear
But all those delusions have disappeared...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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