Atticus Mortimer

Rookie - 1 Points (September 7th 1995 / Greensboro)

Wretched - Poem by Atticus Mortimer

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Pointless,
Worthless,
Wretched,
that's all we seem,
to be,
buzzing through life,
advancing ourselves,
in our menial jobs,
instead of advancing,
our kind,
or even,
our community,
we fight wars,
every day,
with no real purpose,
but don't give up dear one,
we can always,
choose not to be,
Wretched


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 29, 2014


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