Every sip a cry for help,
Every bottle is a scream,
Every little failure cracks
The glass before my dream.

Every time before I sighed,
Every time before I passed,
The first time that I tried
Was the time I finished last.

Now I don't know where to turn,
Now I can't see how to win,
Now I know I will still learn,
But I'm pushed back again,
Again.

06/25/2009

Posted on 06/25/2009
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