Poetry (yay!)

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Life is kind of like a plate. With each passing day for me another thing gets put on mine. I try to keep the plate balanced in my shaky hands but it all falls down to the floor and the plate shatters.  Of course I glue the plate back together and try again, even though I really really just want to give up.

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