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THE PROMISE

I made a promise many years ago.

I promised my friend, to pen true words.

I promised not use my pen as a sword

Knowing the pen is mightier than the sword.

Words wounds the spirit, the pain is real.

Words in actions do **** the human being.

I hear others speak ill of you, I know the words.

I hear the clichés, I say no to the lingo.

I made a promise, a promise I keep.

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celine-leduc
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Apr 8, 2013
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