Fend

You damage the same way that they did.
So, of you, I have had to get rid.

I really tried; but you just did not.
You are now on your very last shot.

Oh, not with me; I have washed my hands.
Those still at your side aren’t really fans.

Those obligated need an excuse…
To disconnect your leaden caboose.

I suppose you could mend what you’ve rent.
But bull-headed pride can’t make that dent.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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