Crushed
She takes
and takes some more
but she never takes to time to see who she's stepped on
blinded by her cockiness
i used to want to be her
Until she stepped on my fingers
fingertips bruised by ambition and greed
discouraged by the facade of idols
i learned to give without suffocating
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