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A Poem


janey

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This life of fear I know so well

Yet not prepared to deal with it

Each day a brand new walk through hell

You’d think I’d learn to cope a bit

The greatest effort is required

To manage even simple days

It leaves me feeling worn and tired

Reacting in peculiar ways.

I hope that things will somehow change

But truth be told, they never will

And I’ll be viewed as someone strange

Then grow with age yet stranger still.

janey

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