I changed.
I know
The blame lies with me.
It festers within my growing limbs
My lightening hair
And the fibers of my fight-or-flight muscles
Honed through experience
Of running into mistakes
And away from confrontation.
Your kind of confrontation.
Bully.
Best friend.
What's the difference?
They're one and the same
Now that I've changed
For the better.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
I changed.
I know
The blame lies with me.
It festers within my growing limbs
My lightening hair
And the fibers of my fight-or-flight muscles
Honed through experience
Of running into mistakes
And away from confrontation.
Your kind of confrontation.
Bully.
Best friend.
What's the difference?
They're one and the same
Now that I've changed
For the better.
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