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Mar 2014
Getting up after
is worse than the fall
people are staring,
tomorrow they'll call
me loser or failure,
no, not out loud,
but I see them thinking,
afraid of the crowd,
this guy has fallen,
why sure I am glad
that it wasn't me
bruising my ankle or
wounding my knee.
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
319
   --- and YoungGentleman17
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