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Mar 2015
Naturally,
I long to achieve balance,
This does not make me unusual,
But rather quite the average type
Of living being on this planet,

But how I fight,
And writhe,
And seethe,
May make me eccentric,

I will not moan,
Complain or hold,
A grudge if I may be so bold,

To say that I,
Would rather die,
Than be the one left unattended,

When yielding more than others render.
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