The rejoice of mediocrity

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SHORT VERSE IN TRIBUTE TO ST BAGELCEL


 There is that moment,when

you realize,whatever you do or say

won't change your situation; 

you will be seen always as "that"

by the souless crowd,that are too 

retarded or too busy to appreciate you

and it's then when you feel

the relief of not having to 

struggle or putting some

cringy facade.









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