twitterd340e1bSo easy it comes to see the wrecks
And hear the words wrongly used
The hatred oozing out like sewage
Or the envy stinking through closed doors
Naturally we look not at the action
But at the flawed actor or actress
As the enemy or gold-digger
As the one cut out to cut us
Or squeeze out our lives till we slip
Little do we know that like us
They dare to be flawless
They strive to be spotless and pure
Untainted for any ill course
They may hate us, shake us, even break us
Yet in the end, they’re still not the real enemy.


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