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The scorching reality of life has maimed and broken my legs
Knocked on my face, I need crutches. Who can I lean on?
I raise my head. There is no one.
No one at all in the wide windy field
I brush the hair from my face and stand by myself
But it only intensifies the pain
And I crumple again

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