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Dec 2014
**** this shell we call flesh.
I am its victim and prisoner.
I cannot break free
Or fly away,
But I try still.
Oh if only you could see
What it was like to fly.
Or feel what it was like
To melt myself away.
Goodbye
Michael Kenneth Christian
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Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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   Beck and Cloey Olson
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