RAMBLE
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Last published Fri, Aug 19, 2022
Let me ramble, talk, cry, scream, whisper, whimper
Let me get the words out
So at least I have comfort
Before my last dying breath
That I have something to journal
Something to date
So that people know that I existed
That I had an existence on this planet Earth
Because if I didn't,
Then nobody wouldn't known of the life that was me.
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