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Oct 2018
Got To Have Guts,
You Need To Fly High,
So Stop With The Buts,
& At The Least You Should Try.

Maybe It's Easier Said Than Done,
There's No Light When You Blot Out The Sun,
Maybe It's Time To Just Let It All Slip,
Chalk On My Hand But I Cannot Get Grip.

Maybe It's Time That I Strap Up My Boots,
Plucked From The Earth & I'm Torn By My Roots,
Maybe It's Time To Pave My Own Path,
Revisit Youths Joy & Have A Good Laugh.
Harry Roberts - Guts © 05/10/18
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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