Two years wasted
on waiting for the right time.
I'm always one step too late,
and one step behind.
Depression ate my soul
in this month for two years.
But this year, I ate depression,
only to give up more tears.
I thought God gave me grace
in return for my belief.
But my mood was, then, erased-
again: one step too late.
I wasted all my truth,
I wasted all my lies.
I wasted finally telling you
by walking one more step behind.
 
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