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Mar 2013
I flew so fast, racing down towards my demise.
My pride was injured, that is all.
No need to cry now.
When I fell, no one was there to catch me...
They let me get cut and bruised.
I never wanted to feel this way.
They made me curse and shout and deny their "wrong"
But truth be told, I wasn't right either.
When up so high on that power of smugness,
I took a hard fall and crashed down from my pedistal...
Erin-Taylor
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Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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