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There's a pretentious air In the way you presume I care. How could it possibly be fair To treat brother like mare? To pass on your obligation Is to inspire my frustration. The thoughtlessness and abdication Resumes hateful thoughts of vindication. One asks not for reparation Or from friendship a vacation. Just a token of creation Of an equal-footed communication. I won't hold grudges, or hate But you've been tense as of late. You've been jumping my words to conflate The words for your anger I use to negate. Could you just chill out? Nobody is out to get you. It's hard to be a friend When even enemies get more respect too.
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
Pretentious
There's a pretentious air In the way you presume I care. How could it possibly be fair To treat brother like mare? To pass on your obligation Is to inspire my frustration. The thoughtlessness and abdication Resumes hateful thoughts of vindication. One asks not for reparation Or from friendship a vacation. Just a token of creation Of an equal-footed communication. I won't hold grudges, or hate But you've been tense as of late. You've been jumping my words to conflate The words for your anger I use to negate. Could you just chill out? Nobody is out to get you. It's hard to be a friend When even enemies get more respect too.
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
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