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What I Realized During The Awkward Silence


My inadequacy Has spawned storms on the sea As everyone that matters Has climbed up the ladder They've escaped my tether And found bigger and better They insist there’s still love But not quite enough Forced smiles, small talk I know something’s off But i'd like to address my one last unrest Year after year It never became clear I never did see What you first saw in me.
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