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Apr 2016
I hate everyone that I know,
then I wonder "where did my friends go?"
******* poor me,
always suffering.
Everyone will let me down,
one way or the other.
One day I'll be dead and gone,
maybe then we'll get along.
I'm not holding my breathe.
What do I know?
I know nothing.
Michael Rucker
Written by
Michael Rucker  Naples, Florida
(Naples, Florida)   
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