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My Mistake

I’m at a block
My thoughts drain out,
But you-you remain.

Looming figure, you run forward.
Talk down to me-
Your patronizing words are the snare.

Push me away and pull me forward,
You leave me lost.
I try to defend myself-

You give me a brilliant retort “shut-up.”
The pathway then diverges-
I must choose to follow or leave.

Chasing behind you,
Now it’s my mistake completely,
I should have gone the other way.



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