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The uncaring and unempathic Make me so mad Thoughtlessly operating They fire around Insensitive words That can ***** and sting Designed to hurt Dark energy do they bring It’s all about them And their world of pain So bitter and twisted Verbal punches do they rain Down on those Whom have ‘irked’ them so Unwittingly perhaps But still they blow Me me me! They take precedence Self-centred to the hilt So others they condemn Offloading at the innocent To numb their misery inside Makes them feel better To cause another to cry I guess they can’t help it As they’re suffering within Something is lacking In them, something grim So on to any poor soul Do they their bile project Thus be mindful of this And yourself do protect.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
Projectile Bile
The uncaring and unempathic Make me so mad Thoughtlessly operating They fire around Insensitive words That can ***** and sting Designed to hurt Dark energy do they bring It’s all about them And their world of pain So bitter and twisted Verbal punches do they rain Down on those Whom have ‘irked’ them so Unwittingly perhaps But still they blow Me me me! They take precedence Self-centred to the hilt So others they condemn Offloading at the innocent To numb their misery inside Makes them feel better To cause another to cry I guess they can’t help it As they’re suffering within Something is lacking In them, something grim So on to any poor soul Do they their bile project Thus be mindful of this And yourself do protect.
rachel-rhodes-puckett
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
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