Poetry

Realization

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My truth
Is that I’ve grown too old
Been hurt too deep
My heart is cold
My truth
Is that I’m second best
Or third or fourth
Behind the rest
My truth
Is that I now believe
Failure
Is a word I need
My truth
Is that I’ll never be
The woman
That I hoped for me

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