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Nov 2021
Playing this game of life with the cards I've been dealt feels like an impossible task--
but I can't draw new ones
I'm forced to play with what I've been given: broken pieces, a soggy misshapen board, weighted die
I'm playing with a losing hand
the game stacked against me

--- the house always wins
Grace Ann
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Grace Ann  25/F/Tennessee
(25/F/Tennessee)   
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