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my shoes

one size 7 and one size 6

i dealt with the cards i was handed i couldnt just pick

my shoes are worn out, battered, and bruised

not the feet of a clown, walk a mile in them you wont be amused

not following any one path, i led my own way but sometimes id fall or step on some cracks

i tried on some others to see if they fit, though they felt better, it wouldnt aquit

couldnt attest that, that was my life but i didnt want to deal with the world neither the strife

not the trauma ot the lack of support

not dealing with the probelms that make me fall short

but im stuck in my shoes everyday

no one else but me, so without knowing my problems give me some leeway

pathroadsunique

◄ lonely

anger ►

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