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May 2014
I'm not a lucrative billionaire,
I have no dreams or aspirations.
I'm terrified of dying.
I'm not much in any sense of the words.
Why do I look at myself like this?
What do I hope to accomplish?
I'm not meant for a million dollars,
and I never bit down
on a silver spoon.
I'm a god ****** loser.
What am I waiting for?
Austin Heath
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Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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