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Like a thorn from the most fragile rose, Your heart hardened as fists began to close. Out of the depths came hatred and shame, Oh what a terrible type of game. Over and over words were uttered. Beneath those words and breath the truth was muttered. Resentment and anger are all you can feel, In your mind you ponder, if this is even real. This game at hand not to be taken light, Do not speak or act on spite. It is a losing game, One that cannot be won. It’s much easier to smile and play a game of fun. |
this is very straight forward and i agree with the vibe. not much else to say except i like it.| Posted on 2020-10-09 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | |