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Jan 2010
It was always a competition.
But who were we to deny a challenge.
And so, for a short while,
The two most egocentric were joined,
As the perfect couple.
The kind you envied. And we laughed
At your jealousy,
And sought it further.
We could beat anyone.
The arts and logic were combined,
And we thrived off eachother.
We laughed and ******.
And the energy bouncing off the walls
Was enough to fulfil any aspirations.
But where were our enemies?
Where was our battle to conquer?
For ones friend was the others foe,
And the selfish don't require support
From loved ones.
Loyalties were questioned.
But silently. No words were spoke
For too long. We just
Glared at eachothers back.
Until it built up into hatred.
For logic and literature
Don't compliment eachother.
And the determined do not wish to be changed
By someone elses will.
So the claims of love,
Were revealed to be mere passion,
In the heat of the moment.

But still we race.
Blindly now, failing to see the others progress.
Trying to be rid of eachother.
Trying to be the first to not need the other.
Maybe you've made it to the line.
I'm still running.
Written by
Nicky
756
   Bridget Becker
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