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One step behind

It seems like I would never reach you! You are so full of yourself that you won't stop and listen for one second, leaving me one step behind.
It is a struggle to understand what you are thinking, never saying the words, pretending that I am interpreting what you are feeling.
It takes me months and it took me years to understand what is real and what it is not, but always, I am one step behind.


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