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Dec 2017
I feel old sometimes.
My bones are falling apart,
and I am in chronic pain.
Some days even thinking about moving
is a struggle.
I'm so poor
If I ever reach poverty level
I'll be doing good.
Still life is precious.
I am not done yet.
I still want to see
how my story ends.
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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   Rachana
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