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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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glassicallyunsuperficial
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2005-06-17 08:02:43] (Date/Time posted on
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