Pebbles thrown at me
felt like boulders weighing me down.
But eventually I picked them up
and made a path on the ground with them,
and now
little snide remarks about my
style
feelings,
and attitude
are through.
Yeah-
you left me with some ammo I can use.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
Pebbles thrown at me
felt like boulders weighing me down.
But eventually I picked them up
and made a path on the ground with them,
and now
little snide remarks about my
style
feelings,
and attitude
are through.
Yeah-
you left me with some ammo I can use.
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