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He creeps upon me, Like a wisp of hair. He sticks to me like velcro, That I cannot peel off. Thinks that I’m a fulcrum, Leans on me like a midday sun. Tells me I am nothing. Beats me down and kicks me there. Says I’ll never win. Says the days will never end… And they don’t, No they won’t, Never did, Never will…
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
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He creeps upon me, Like a wisp of hair. He sticks to me like velcro, That I cannot peel off. Thinks that I’m a fulcrum, Leans on me like a midday sun. Tells me I am nothing. Beats me down and kicks me there. Says I’ll never win. Says the days will never end… And they don’t, No they won’t, Never did, Never will…
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
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