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May 2017
She may be my blood,
but I am not her.
She has the same looks,
but I can not be compared.

You think they give me a goal,
but they just make her look better when
I fail.

These pressures.
constant fault.
never gain.

She may be my blood,
but I am not her.
Prosaic
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Prosaic  16/F
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