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Anger boils like a raw egg on hot sidewalk Charred and smoky That type of anger that slow roast over a period of time Often forgotten or forgiven for minor transgressions That have made themselves known again Much to the displeasure of annoyance "I thought you better than that." This what ever it is Just gets worse when you drink I'm not sure its a difference in incontinence, ability, or mind But my friend you need to stop this **** For there won't be a next time.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Arrogance will be your folly
Anger boils like a raw egg on hot sidewalk Charred and smoky That type of anger that slow roast over a period of time Often forgotten or forgiven for minor transgressions That have made themselves known again Much to the displeasure of annoyance "I thought you better than that." This what ever it is Just gets worse when you drink I'm not sure its a difference in incontinence, ability, or mind But my friend you need to stop this **** For there won't be a next time.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
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