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Poetry 2
Against all odds,
I’ve come this far,
All while looking down.
I look up once,
Twice for good luck,
And I’m greeted with a group of frowns.
In the grand scheme,
I’m ok, but really,
I’m lost, but ready to drown.
But against all odds,
I know I’ll go farther than ever.
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- Anonymous
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