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[sunderance]

i don't belong here
in this life and place that was meant for someone else.

you asked if i felt i was climbing a mountain, and you were holding my ankles
allowing no progression, causing regression.

yes, i do. and it is the same for you.

because i am not her, the most amazing.

and because your love is not pure.

she is still pulling on your sleeve - a prostitute-poetess hybrid.