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Hehe, old, mediocre poem of mine:
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The Poem:
You're never right, for only am I.
My dear best friend, why do you lie?
Question my authority, disagree, you should dread, for with my sickled tongue my poison words you'll be fed.
This street is not a two way road, and you're in the way, if we don't see eye to eye, the impalement you will pay.
As the years went on and on, it hasn't been the same, yet we still remained good friends despite my pity games.
I've found others as you have found yours, hence our sodality still remains, do you remember that day we met, I was scorned but yet you saved?
For when you signed my contract in blood with your benevolence, friendship was made.
But now my chain around your neck of my conceit and baloney, rust.
Your tolerance and euphoria is crippled, and like acid corroding through the metal, eats with malice into my clutch.
As my hands begin to bleed, and you fade further away, with my hollow apologies you snarl, the feeling barely tamed.
The wounds in my hands are now deeper, and the trust in you is held by a thread, another chance is given, but in the end our amity will be dead.
Then I'll realize what a friendship we had, one who was there through good, and through bad.
When all the others had gone, you were still there to be, alas, again it has occured, but there is no one now here for me.