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Dec 2015
I'm not
Going to bother you, trip up your happiness
I have
That bit of pride left, if only remnants
I just
Need another stick to beat myself up with, as
I hang
On by the skin of my teeth, at this one-man impasse
I'm not
All here

But neither am I there
jalc
Written by
jalc
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   Myrrdin, Eudora, ryn and GaryFairy
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