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May 2016
Finances, bills, and blood to pay,
Only for the hope of resting one day
But when the day comes, and my heart no longer beats a sound,
Can I say my life was worth the journey, from birth to being underground?
Work extra shifts, sweat one more drop from your forehead,
Enjoy the thrill of the hustle before you're dead.
Myra
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Myra  24/F/Pennsylvania
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