Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to sca — Susie Clevenger, Dirt Road Dreams
Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to sca — Susie Clevenger, Dirt Road Dreams
Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to sca — Susie Clevenger, Dirt Road Dreams
Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to sca — Susie Clevenger, Dirt Road Dreams
Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to sca — Susie Clevenger, Dirt Road Dreams
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Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.

— Susie Clevenger, Dirt Road Dreams
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