"Why do they hate
This can’t be all
This isn’t my fate
They try to train
But they don’t work with me
Don’t know my brain
The blood and sweat
Is a daily thing
Since the day we met
My heart always hurts
As does every part of me
With every word that’s curt
I wish it would end
So I could rest
And to my wounds I could tend"
~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Way Out"
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