i watch, i aid, i lend a hand, i stay on the dock and watch everyone sail.
when will i sail away, when will i be recognized.
i'm this and i'm that but i always have known when things are good enough.
something has been missing for so long, and i am so embarrased.
luck is distributed unevenly, always. undeserving sometimes.
but when will i be hit.
1 comment:
i guess you didn't want it after all.
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