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Jun 2020
Sometimes in life ,
I slip and I stumble,
Despite this evil world,
I try to stay humble,
Things get me down ,
I often crack and I crumble,
people' talk behind my back,
they chat and they mumble,
but you can bet ya ***,
that I'm ready to rumble,
in this stereotypical ,
and discriminatory jungle.
Poetic justice
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Poetic justice  37/M/Uk
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