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Jan 2016
Success is your end.
It drains from you what disaster should.
You did what you did.
But not what you could.

Now you are alone.
An unending torrent of everything you had.
Finished.

Waiting for the next gauntlet to run.
The next challenge to beat.
To rouse the beast.
And justify the breath you take.
Roland David Baxter
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Roland David Baxter  25/M/London
(25/M/London)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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