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Slowly, sinking further into darkness, my grip weakens.  Notifications plastered to my front door prevent me from hiding it anymore.  Society has branded me a failure and continues to humiliate me.  I tell myself to be strong and keep trying but unless Oprah coming or I win the lottery my chances are few.  Though its that hope alone that takes me through another day.  I will look at those who like myself tried but failed in a new light. Our existance may not make it to the society pages of the daily news but each of us is the same as those who have.  In fact I have found an offering for those with so little to mean so much more..a