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Nov 2014
What a loser he/she must be,
Finding a new purpose in life,
Breaking borders, killing strife,
Trying things they never tried.

It is then that I see,
That not a loser they must be,
For no longer they're part of me,
The loser is indeed me.
Angelica Tanaquin
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