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The Good Man Tries Again
I have to endure, though I’m growing unsure, but I’ve always tried to be the good man. And if I retreat, slide off the hot seat, then who’s brushed aside when I’ve left them? The bullies just love me, the users as well. If I disappeared, they’d miss me and yell. To be the good man, I’ve lost to the losers, been laughed at by looters, and held back by holders— and speaking of holding, I hold banal brazen, and if I must bear now, tormentors as well, then I as the good man, embrace this hell.
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