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Oct 2011
You don't get it,
it will be too late when you do,
I'll be gone,
you'll be stuck like glue.

Give and take,
this is half game,
you know what they say,
no pain no gain.

Hopefully this will make you learn,
to grow and expand,
if you dont,
who knows where you will land.

The landing could be soft,
and easy to bear,
or it could be hard,
and you won't know who to hear.

This is my only plead,
the only form in which I can speak,
I just want you to realize,
unless you help yourself with me gone, you'll be weak.
Written by
Alicia Lawrence
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