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No.2
Contributed by
glassicallyunsuperficial
on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 08:02:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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Always a race between you and me I wonder why you can't let it be It's always you, you, you Then followed by me, me, me I don't understand the gestures of your hands You're always the first with those trends Parents love the ever-so-cute girl which totally outshines me Whom always come across queer In the darkness When I can't find the light There's always a sacarsm That spins like thread of words to taunt my plight Am I blind To wish I were you Or I guess I must admit I'll always be no.2
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2005-06-17 08:02:43] (Date/Time posted on
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