Traveler Beyond The North
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As a traveler sometimes we get lost in others lives. We fall in love, we make close friends. Hell we even lose sight of who we are by soul. Some a banded caravans and others like me, bound to be a one man caravan. Join me on the lost heart aching, love breaking, joyful , yet confusing journey, into my mind we go.
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