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All schemed as it were
you deceived me
and I am stationed
where I stand

You continue on
carted through
your worldly ambitions
the motion around you
lifts you from
solid walking
and you never turn back
never realize
I am stationed

It is bitter
this taste upon my tongue
that urges me to admit
I was a mere stepping stone
though I thought I was
a comrade

If you quiet yourself
and face my direction
your eyes would be closed
and the hurt upon my face
within my heart
would never be evident
to you