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May 2014
It's like we take 2 steps forward
only to fall flat
on my face.

I, of course, see
only where we could have been,
track how far back we are.

You, of course, think nothing of
my ****** face,
leading by example,
belittling the fall
You pull ahead one
step to see I slid back four.

You're much too far
I lost my place
back in the race
Written by
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       Angela, T and The Masked Sleepyz
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