dissolute! once I stood, with nothing on my table but sorrow as my food.

poverty striping my charisma, tears defining my lifestyle and misfortune becoming my best friend.

with no regrets I lived, being rejected I endured, embarrassment I overlooked cause I never chose that lifestyle.

with confidence I spoke, with positivity omitting all negativity I believed that I can change my reality.

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