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May 2020
It is only there
from that low, low place
of utter despair
and civil disgrace,
your mouth in the gutter
earthen soil in your face
in complete desolation
your heart laid to waste
from which you must rise
to make your own Fate.
Written by
Coire  34/M/Indianapolis, IN
(34/M/Indianapolis, IN)   
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