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But he's out there standing tall, making a difference while I'm sitting here, falling short, staying the same. But he's far away, far-sighted and breaking new grounds, while I'm at arm's length, half-blind and on the verge of breaking his heart. And every day he's fulfilling a bigger purpose. And come what may, I am only writing of sad proses. And he's moving relentlessly, he's ever-growing. And I'm staying stuck and dry, I am simply withering. From his stares, I would most likely seem small. And I think he knows by now he have won. With his touch, I would most likely feel like a little girl. And I'm trying to grow So I'll try to go...
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May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 11:33 AM UTC
Little Girl
But he's out there standing tall, making a difference while I'm sitting here, falling short, staying the same. But he's far away, far-sighted and breaking new grounds, while I'm at arm's length, half-blind and on the verge of breaking his heart. And every day he's fulfilling a bigger purpose. And come what may, I am only writing of sad proses. And he's moving relentlessly, he's ever-growing. And I'm staying stuck and dry, I am simply withering. From his stares, I would most likely seem small. And I think he knows by now he have won. With his touch, I would most likely feel like a little girl. And I'm trying to grow So I'll try to go...
ang_lakambini
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May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 11:33 AM UTC
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