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I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. They do not want to fight. They do not like to be hit. I know-- I tried a million times to wrestle; They wanted no part. I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. But I'd rather weild a greatsword-- Don't care if it knocks me down, I lose my balance-- How else am I to learn to pick myself back up? I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. They shy away from me, And expect me to shy from them-- From everything. But how am I to live that way? Will it scare them when I am bold, And unafraid? Am I right that I should prepare myself To withstand Whatever battles may come? Or am I just a silly, sentimental ********* Filled with ideas about fighting for honor, And about feeling Alive. I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. But I long to hit and be hit. Hard.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Cotton Bullets
I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. They do not want to fight. They do not like to be hit. I know-- I tried a million times to wrestle; They wanted no part. I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. But I'd rather weild a greatsword-- Don't care if it knocks me down, I lose my balance-- How else am I to learn to pick myself back up? I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. They shy away from me, And expect me to shy from them-- From everything. But how am I to live that way? Will it scare them when I am bold, And unafraid? Am I right that I should prepare myself To withstand Whatever battles may come? Or am I just a silly, sentimental ********* Filled with ideas about fighting for honor, And about feeling Alive. I'm surrounded by cotton-bullet people. But I long to hit and be hit. Hard.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
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