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Sep 29
There's no light
There's no end to this darkness
I still fight
But I no longer proclaim, "I got this"
Out of spite
I continue this meaningless process
In spite of
Just about every swing being a miss

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Jeremy Betts
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Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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