Poem, by Butterfly Warrior
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I'm guessing the best of the best,
aren't the ones who try at everything,
who succeed with lots of tries,
but the ones who take bad things,
and learn to make them die.
They're not the ones around you,
but the ones you can't see,
behind the mask is where,
they remain free.
You can't see these figures,
for they are all around,
spreading their words of wisdom,
to those lost in life's battles.
I am one of these angels of defeat,
i hide behind this screen,
i write these words of wisdom,
for those just like me
for i am one of the best,
and that is certain,
an individual as always,
but perfect just to me.
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Posted: 2012-07-15 23:45:28 UTC |
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