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The Race


I'm so close But yet it doesn't really feel like it. While I've been waiting for this moment, Wishing it would hurry up, now that's it here I'm wondering if I'm ready? Am I ready for what's next? Am I ready for this next level in this game of Life? I should be I'm prepared. But yet I'm not. But yet I'm not ready. Not up here, Where it matters. I think I am I wish I am. But I'm not And I guess it's my fault. But then I've always been like this Had this attitude, this mentality. Now it's time to pay up Now it's time to face it. But then again I don't really have to.
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