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Michigan, United States
this man is dead, he is no more. he died a little each day. like a thief, a shadow deef, has stolen him away. the mind plays tricks, you are confused. the man you seek is long gone. dead and cold, a star he told by those he
trusted, those he loved , and those who then moved on. i am a ghost, just a morage, who chases traces of you. this man is dead, he is no more. and though it's parturing me, can either of us really ever be free. how can you stand
there, a wisper from me, when you are so far away. and why does the truth seem to hard to be true with so much broken, and so much damage, their are no words left. to. say.