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**I know… I know You don't have to say it twice I know… I know I see it now… I realize That I really need to quit being nice To quit being good to everyone, because some of these people don't care about anyone… But themselves They would never make a move to help anyone, unless by making that move they would also be helping themselves This realization of mine, is emphasized by the sharp pain caused by this blade that is lodged into the base of my spine Still with a slight limp and a wince, I move forward Stabbed in the back by a pathetic, selfish coward Story of my life Sorry, but my strife… Isn't with them It’s with me For allowing it That is how I came to this situation… And I am now in it So, I could either choose to be buried alive… which would leave me dead in the end Or dig my way out against the falling dirt, blatant truth against all that is pretentious… wage war against all who pretend I say to them, *“If I can afford to call myself out on my own faults and speak to me that which is true… I'll be ****** if from this day forward, I'm going to be lenient with you”* I'm done.**
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
No more Mr. Nice guy...
**I know… I know You don't have to say it twice I know… I know I see it now… I realize That I really need to quit being nice To quit being good to everyone, because some of these people don't care about anyone… But themselves They would never make a move to help anyone, unless by making that move they would also be helping themselves This realization of mine, is emphasized by the sharp pain caused by this blade that is lodged into the base of my spine Still with a slight limp and a wince, I move forward Stabbed in the back by a pathetic, selfish coward Story of my life Sorry, but my strife… Isn't with them It’s with me For allowing it That is how I came to this situation… And I am now in it So, I could either choose to be buried alive… which would leave me dead in the end Or dig my way out against the falling dirt, blatant truth against all that is pretentious… wage war against all who pretend I say to them, *“If I can afford to call myself out on my own faults and speak to me that which is true… I'll be ****** if from this day forward, I'm going to be lenient with you”* I'm done.**
'nuff sed!
nigel-obiya
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
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