Feeling like a slag when down,too slow to make a move, forgotten in thoughts and existence of people, Trying to fit in with little room left,not even enough for a pickle, Squeezing you in like lime, in a glass full of ice cubes, But building a twinkle in one's eye is a more upright ray of hope, Rising to the challenge, like the dust in an abandoned basement, awaiting to be swept off its feet, Rising like the full moon after the darkest hours spent, looking forward to brighter days ,as one rises up..
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