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Oct 2015
We don't know
How to handle each other,
I feel trapped in this
"I don't like you"
Way of view.
I'm climbing a rope
In gym class
It's a timed race
I will end up last.
"I can't climb anymore"
This rope became an obstacle course
Of how can I hold on the longest?
Do I have to prove I'm the strongest?
It's a battle of
"Great minds think alike,
And if I'm right
You're wrong"
And I have to be wrong.
Right?
Wesley Dotson
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Wesley Dotson  21/M/United States
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