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Failure

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Failure

written by: Hank Moody

@AdamsWritings

 

Such a simplistic task,
A touch, felt strong
Like a mother’s hand to a newborn’s arm.

Selectivity,
supplied,
demanded.
Coming from the trees
Confined damned down in
A special hell,
A place where failure
Is nothing but a mere state of mind.
Time will arise, you’ll get dragged down.

Down to the very deepest pits.
Keep your struggles, your friends at heart.
You can easily rise above this.

Adam W Redmon

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