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Dec 2020
I am not a player in the game
I could tell you exactly what moves to make
But with myself on the line I am blind

I let myself fall and I make bad decisions
I have tried and tried and come up empty
Every move that I make is impulsive

Maybe my place is on the sidelines, watching from a distance.
Maybe I’m meant to watch and listen.
I am a guide, I am not a leader.
I can show you where to go, but I have never been myself.
Maybe this is how I’m meant to be, and I’m okay with that.
But I can’t help but worry that I’m just too afraid to try and be the real me.
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