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the Bottom


(the mind is merely waiting to wither…)

Sustenance-based mental advancement

Perhaps ultimatums are the blocked pathways to

For Self seeking challengers,

regardless of weight of contribution, are worthy

Only insight, nerve will serve as judge

The haughty can claim their place amongst the elite

I turn my head compulsively

I can only hope my hope isn’t unfounded

Up is the only option from the bottom

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