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The gun was fired, the running had begun before I knew I had joined the race I could not stop- I knew the prize was you Gasping for air, muscles burning I was so afraid I would weigh you down that somehow, I had shackled myself, to you afraid, so afraid to fail, to fail you The race was a trap an endless maze spent chasing; you perpetually assigned second place but maybe-oh maybe- I'll be enough Our shackles were built, half affection and convenience- a lonely girl but shackles, they chafe Somehow the maze becomes a labyrinth, all roads leading to the end. For so long I thought I was behind- but now I turn. I've been dragging slack weight- not running a maze, but in circles never being met halfway so tired. I've sat down- shackles thrown away you're now free I hope you know how it feels and circle back sometimes, to me
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
The Rat Race
The gun was fired, the running had begun before I knew I had joined the race I could not stop- I knew the prize was you Gasping for air, muscles burning I was so afraid I would weigh you down that somehow, I had shackled myself, to you afraid, so afraid to fail, to fail you The race was a trap an endless maze spent chasing; you perpetually assigned second place but maybe-oh maybe- I'll be enough Our shackles were built, half affection and convenience- a lonely girl but shackles, they chafe Somehow the maze becomes a labyrinth, all roads leading to the end. For so long I thought I was behind- but now I turn. I've been dragging slack weight- not running a maze, but in circles never being met halfway so tired. I've sat down- shackles thrown away you're now free I hope you know how it feels and circle back sometimes, to me
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
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