21- my limit

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(just a disclaimer:
there is a bad word in this poem)

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you talk and talk
but all i can see is shit
running down your lips.
maybe if you close your mouth
people will stop treating you filthy.
you drip in poison as you speak
so bad about a person
who was there by your side 24/7.
always remember,
don't stoop too low
with your wings
'cause maybe you'll crash
into something.
you can't act dumb,
you already are,
so don't reply anyways;
i don't need your cursed words
in my head.
all i have to tell you is this:
there's a limit i have
and you crossing it
ain't gonna leave you unscathed.

-valkryie

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