Breaking out

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Clambering up,

Whilst being pulled back down,

By Grasping hands of the crowd

As you start to stand out,

Sweaty, dirty, greasy hands

Trying to get a grip,

Hoping they will pull you down

Or maybe you will slip.

Word up peeps, 

I am breaking out

And i am never coming back down,

So take one last look 

My backside is the last you’ll see of me.

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