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Sep 2017
We came
We saw
We conquer
I left
They stayed
I suffered

Cleaning the inside,
Funnelling it outside
Nobody cared
Except those that stayed

Never bite the hand
That served you food

And now I'm grateful
For those that smiled
And gracefully told me
To stand up
thehighermind
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