A place unknown
The rags are sewn
With clear unbroken thread.
I try to breathe
I won't receive
Second best instead
A fairy tale
But life's gone stale
The cruel impending dread
If I could choose
To win or lose
I'd always go ahead
It isn't fair
Your malevolent stare
I turned on my heels and fled.
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