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pride, among others,
is one of my vices.
pride is what keeps me from
telling you i'm sorry
when i should,
pride is what silences me
when i should be speaking...
quirw simply, pride is what will
keep me lonely
if i persist in my ways -
so i'm dropping it.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
