So that when you stumble, you say, why did I fall
They laugh because it's pathetic
You cry because you fear
You may never see what was meant for you
that is so dear
Can't keep pretending there is so much more
When you're walking backwards, away from the door
2002
This is the first poem I wrote. (I may have written others when I was younger but I was 21 when I wrote this and that feels like a lifetimes ago)
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