Ask for Help: Part 2

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By jwhwz

Some of us; May wander this Earth; And feel like our purpose; Is to give birth. But, not everyone is meant; To have the same story; If that were true; There would be no glory. One is not supposed to get along; With every other soul; But, one can choose to try to fill up; An empty hole. So, don't be afraid; To ask for aid; If one doesn't fade; One has a chance to have it made.

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