I can’t be stuck.
You run off bad luck.
But I’m not done yet.
I can’t win if you don’t ever play.
How can you win when you don’t bet?
Well then I guess I just love to lose!
I can’t stop now.
You can some how.
But I’m not done yet.
You hurry but never get.
Where are you did you forget?
Well then I stand tall in my running shoes!
I can’t hear this.
You don’t hear just pretend.
But I’m not done yet.
You say all the words I never hear.
How come I can’t find the words to say?
Well then I’m to picky for you to choose.
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Author:
Rated2Real (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 24th, 2025 14:33
- Category: Letter
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