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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Personal >> ID #1656948  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Low life
A very personal poem.
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Was I unworthy
Or unable
To play like a child should have?

Even in your womb
Expectations were my blood
My heart beat -

I must, I must, I must.

I will never live
up to the burden
You've woven into
My bitter skin.

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