General Poetry posted September 15, 2017

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My struggle for identity.


by Leftkansas

When did I slow down? My hair is gray.
How did I come to be this way?
I must squint my eyes to see.
I must push to be me.
My end is in sight.
Daily I fight.
I must be.
To stay,

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