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May 2010
Everything is too easy.
Not once have I suffered
To win.
I skim through books
Glance at notes
And I am a perfect success.
The only difficulty I've ever had was social
Or maybe physical.
But I haven't earned my life.
I haven't tried
I haven't made the world better
I haven't been of use.
Maybe it's time for some
Self-imposed
Suffering.
Written by
Christine
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