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training wheels
im a 4 yr old kid again
you took my training wheels off held onto to the back of my bike seat and gave me a good push my hearts pounding cheeks are red your words of encouragement are drowned out by the clicking of the chain as i ride farther and farther away from where you stand not even a whisper i turn back and look and youve dissappeared i start to cry my bike starts to wobble and before i know it my head is smacked against the pave ment if only i had worn my helmet |