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We and us and them and they
Never would it matter who won the fight
Never will I stand for things I hate more than my own failure in life, period.
I am fired and up and tired of believing in the pointlessness of structure and rigidity
I am proud and failing
God!
I need an answer to my failing and falling and fractures
Useless mind without action
Do I do something now or remain action less
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