to spend a little lifetime,
sitting in the gutter.
To look the rats in the eye,
and tell them the filth tastes free.
To wait for the sun,
and then be too blinded to see.
To stand in the flood,
then to know that the water comes,
not for you, but for the sea.
To float in the muck,
and still wish you were dirty.
To choke yourself,
and be born again guilty.
I think, fight, and learn,
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true that..
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