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The Crash
When one does
better than before
He is further
expected to do more
And thus the
stress keeps mounting
With all the
other people counting
All of them
keeping the score
Pushing him
to do more and more
Till one day
he crosses his limit
Crashes down
from the high summit
His bits and pieces
scattered on the ground
No one cares, they're
busy with the next round
better than before
He is further
expected to do more
And thus the
stress keeps mounting
With all the
other people counting
All of them
keeping the score
Pushing him
to do more and more
Till one day
he crosses his limit
Crashes down
from the high summit
His bits and pieces
scattered on the ground
No one cares, they're
busy with the next round
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The Crash
The Crash
