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Mar 2022
Now
Begone all the nay sayers
I have risen to be me
No more will I be passed over
No truth I will not see
For life is mine
And I must live
As this is the only time I can give
To those who are sighing
What about tomorrow
Live like you're dying
Self pity
Is
Sorrow
j a connor
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