It's all the same.
Whether I stomp down on your neck hard enough for your guts to spill out,
or you try not to avert your gaze from the mirror while your skeletons slip out the closet,
the demons you're battling will never run out of motivation.
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The Indignant Poetess (
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A poem with anger and indignation at another's arrogance. Powerful words.
Powerful words of anger at someone's total arrogance, great write, enjoyed the read
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