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idk
Hold tight while letting go
walking on my own, my own not walking with me
a shade.. a memory.. a shadow of a past, passes
shaking my head to make it disperse.
it leaves quickly, quickly leaving a dred from that moment
behind leaving less luck, left behind a race with myself
always losing what should never be lost
the sun shines a bright shadow of the clouds passing over head
last place in the first race with myself
yet winning a lost race, whom has never found a loser winning
i say not what should be said
what should be said i say to whom it shouldnt be
makeing enemys of my oldest friend
two people join to one, losing the one i needed
the friend of my enemy used to be my friend
now a enemys friend is my enemy, is it not?
