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Jun 2022
A pessimistic man with a cynical streak,
Who wishes he did not care,
A wearied soul with no reason to hope,
Who still hopes there's something there,
Because in spite of it all, the trouble and strife,
The never-ending cycle of woe,
There is beauty in the struggle of life,
And the future that none of us know.
D Fury
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D Fury  41/M/London
(41/M/London)   
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