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Society is like a crossword grid
Each part of a life carefully fitting
Inside its own square
The ups intersecting with the downs
Attempting to invade a space
Meant for something else
Passageways blocked
Indicating an end
Hoping the clues will give meaning
To the numbered journal
Whose evidence cannot be so easily erased
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Creatively written yet truth seeps through! Beautiful:)
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Thank you so much!
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