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Jun 2015
I try
Everyday I try.
I reach for the goals that society has set upon the dammed, I reach for them like a lost child reaching up to a stranger hoping for a warm embrace but no warmth will ever come.
I will reach until I am grey and old trying to find some form of comfort and in the end if I have succeeded in the eyes of my piers, I will die with money in my wallet, a house for the next dammed to live in and only a pocket full of regrets. LIFE.
Rae
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Rae  25/F/Australia
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