Losing Next To You

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Second place
is just last in a race
that I never
wanted to run
in the first place.

I didn't want to
compete against you.
I didn't want to make
anyone choose between us.
I didn't want one of us
to matter more than the other,
even for a time.

I wanted to drop out,
forfeit it,
so you could just win
without me wasting my breath -
but they insisted on
seeing that damned
sport until to the end.

I know where my place is,
I know what I mean,
with this piece of silver
next to your gold.
I'm just...me.

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