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Don’t coddle me. I don’t like to be coddled. In fact, I don’t like to be held. I don’t like to be touched. In fact, don’t breathe my air. I’m coming down with something, it must be from here or there. And please don’t try to conversant about the news like its traverse You cannot sit at the table without a place to put it first. Don’t coddle me like a child. We both know we lost our way Don’t speak to me in such numbers Where it seems I’m not okay Don’t twist my words or quarry About my younger days As if I don’t quite ponder what will become of my wicked ways Don’t coddle if I’m so intolerable Don’t call if the time is not just right Don’t feed me to the world Just to hide me from viewers sight And grace reflects my mere impeachment Lets not forget about my lucky stars Don’t count them in their glory, Then question where they are Don’t nurture me into success just to strip it all away Don’t treat me like a doll Then give me of which no house to play- In fact, you shouldn’t coddle; when heavied from all of which I’ve weeped What use is it to coddle- when the wicked get no sleep. -Bre Womble
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
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Don’t coddle me. I don’t like to be coddled. In fact, I don’t like to be held. I don’t like to be touched. In fact, don’t breathe my air. I’m coming down with something, it must be from here or there. And please don’t try to conversant about the news like its traverse You cannot sit at the table without a place to put it first. Don’t coddle me like a child. We both know we lost our way Don’t speak to me in such numbers Where it seems I’m not okay Don’t twist my words or quarry About my younger days As if I don’t quite ponder what will become of my wicked ways Don’t coddle if I’m so intolerable Don’t call if the time is not just right Don’t feed me to the world Just to hide me from viewers sight And grace reflects my mere impeachment Lets not forget about my lucky stars Don’t count them in their glory, Then question where they are Don’t nurture me into success just to strip it all away Don’t treat me like a doll Then give me of which no house to play- In fact, you shouldn’t coddle; when heavied from all of which I’ve weeped What use is it to coddle- when the wicked get no sleep. -Bre Womble
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
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