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Do I lack ambition? A thread of red Severed by one rusted knife Do I reserve the right to hold my head up high? A stubborn pride that festers like mold But clutching a grip that refutes self acceptance I force myself into an envelope Sealed from all the ill intent of many Am I just meant to play the part- of the feeble victim?
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
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Do I lack ambition? A thread of red Severed by one rusted knife Do I reserve the right to hold my head up high? A stubborn pride that festers like mold But clutching a grip that refutes self acceptance I force myself into an envelope Sealed from all the ill intent of many Am I just meant to play the part- of the feeble victim?
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
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