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Oct 2017
They say there is no try.
But it seems that's all I do.
Nothing is ever finished,
nothing ever comes through.
No job is too small,
no task is too big and yet I fail
to accomplish anything at all.
A list a million miles
of all that I have tried
is stained with drops
of the tears that I’ve cried.
Written by
Amanda  38/F/Indiana
(38/F/Indiana)   
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