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Life seems to intercept my best plans

Always leaving me with empty hands

Been knocked down more times than most

Perhaps, I should migrate toward the coast

Yet, I still survive most days, somehow

Rising again from the bloody canvas—Pow!

Standing alone, a battered warrior of one

Others followed promises to a faded sun

Every day delivers a fresh, new battle

Each minute of every hour, embattled

Trying to stand taller for a view

No time to rest, until I’m through

Life serves up more lessons to inhale

Ocean’s tides never wait for a gale

In my youth, destined for great fame

My dreams shattered, life now so lame

Standing in the middle of “Nowhere”

Why should I even bother to care?

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