Cesspools Of Life
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Reality seems to travel down odd pathways at times,
bringing us into alleys of trash where we lost our
way at times.
Why it happens, no one seems to know, they just have
to strive to experience and live through it, wondering
at times if we're going to make it at all.
Standing in cesspools of our lives without having any
reprieve or stability, no one to take our hands and
bring us finally home where we can once again be safe.
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