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Gotta Love Alliteration
A tad tumbly today, with subdued sparks of sadness
Littered with lonely, a strone's throw from madness
Latitude, longitude all seemed to languish
I sat quietly, quite contained, despite all my anguish
Total despair decided it could be diverted
Each moment of malaise mainly averted
Reached out reticently though readers replied
A perception of self, skewed with sorrowful lies
Tally up totals with trepidation I wait
I cannot cope with contemplating my fate
Over the worst, this will soon be ending
None the wiser on what weakness needs mending
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Di11y Da11y
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