The BottomA Poem by Amanda Gray
Constantly clawing my way to the top.
I grew tired. I rest here at the bottom. It has grown difficult to see the light at the top. I fear if I stay too long, I will get too comfortable at the bottom. I am losing motivation. I may be stuck here forever. But I just rest here at the bottom.
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2019 Last Updated on February 27, 2019 AuthorAmanda GrayAboutno one in particular. "Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." -Oscar Wilde more..Writing
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