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Like an option

You treated me like none

then begin to question,

'Why ain't I your number one?'

Dealing with what you have not seen

I call it a wave

I call it a cave

Unknown were we

listening upon tales of us

Talking about a story

That might be the worst

Dealing with mess

Is like a subtle art of chess

You glide and ride until you fall

beneath and slide,