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Ugly Duckling.

Though not of your kind,
I am

in the deepest
sense in resonance
with your circumstance.

I can only ask
that you believe me:
I am an

ugly duckling wading
in a vast, dry wasteland,
a fish out of water, flopping

about aimlessly
in a world
of desert expanse.

Do as I have done,
however reluctantly.

Keep crawling, dragging
your feet
despite the pain.

Liberation awaits,
however transient. 

Plow forward.
Live for the oases.

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