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Set high on a pedestal
You think you have it all
Looming over the littles
The ones who lifted you
You now look down upon

You gloat

Thinking

‘I’ve got it made’

Until you fall
And the only sound you hear
As you hit bottom
Is laughter
Karma’s a bitch

 

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