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Apr 2013
As I sit here
tired of trying,
tired of climbing this society hill
I look down at all the people dying
for this inequality.

Me and so many others
are tired of trying
tired of all the lying,
the politics,
the tricky wits.
They make me want to scream:
"What does it all mean?!"
What does it mean?!
Rachel White
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