22 May 2012

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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