The Lesson,

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How can I describe

something there are no words for?

How can I deny

when the evidence is on the floor?

 

No, I’m not evil

and no I’m no saint.

No, I won’t trust you

and you will do the same

 

Bittersweet relationship;

They help you out

then make you quit.

They burn you out

until you’re sick.

They say sorry,

will you forgive?

 

I played their game

against themselves.

I watch madness fly,

but did I save myself?

 

I watched them cry

and beg for help.

Only to realize

to them, I lost myself.

 

We needed change,

but only argued again.

So I put down my fist,

and pick up a pen.

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