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Apr 2012
almost there
constantly out of reach
will i ever see you
can you ever see me?
i am almost always last
the one held back,
told to stay behind.

so if i stay here just long enough
and let the time pass by
will i get the chance
to be first
not the last?

so many things about me
but yet its a constant tug
to know that perhaps its all a matter of luck?
or am i stuck?
January 2012.

Again, work boredom.
Written by
April Hapner  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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