Exception is the root of all pain,
in her racing mind only God knows what goes through her brain.
Tired of playing this game called life,
a race with its ever ending finish line.
Building an archive of faces and tags,
surely they will not blame her once their relationship’s course hits a zag.
They claim to get it,
the pain and hate that fills her head,
They claim to get it,
the hardships and hurdles she faces yet runs alone,
They claim to get it,
the tears emerging from just trying to be…
They say “I understand”, but little do they…
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