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Whenever I try to take a step, I giveup. I think to myself, Why cant I move forward? Yes, They did say bad things about me, And I tried to ignore them, But I never forgot them. They whispered many things about me. I never even had thought about taking the 1st step, But they had always thrown me to the end, So I didn’t know the fun, And feeling of winning. I had decided to take my step, But as I took it I moved back, And I ran. I ran like death was staring right at me. And that’s why, Whenever I try to take a step, I giveup
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
the right step
Whenever I try to take a step, I giveup. I think to myself, Why cant I move forward? Yes, They did say bad things about me, And I tried to ignore them, But I never forgot them. They whispered many things about me. I never even had thought about taking the 1st step, But they had always thrown me to the end, So I didn’t know the fun, And feeling of winning. I had decided to take my step, But as I took it I moved back, And I ran. I ran like death was staring right at me. And that’s why, Whenever I try to take a step, I giveup
ameera-ahmad
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
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