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Rated: E · Prose · Other · #1356970
Dear Boss...No...Just, Dear Person Who Says I am Worthless All the Time
The Devil is Associated with Fire

Don’t try to tell me that you know all
You are just unhappy
I can’t believe I let you in
To hurt me

The only pain you feel is that of others
It feeds your flame
Of hubris.
I don’t want anything from you
You think every one wants from you
All you have is money
You could say a complete lie
Back it up with money
And someone would call you intelligent

Let me share with you
I don’t need money to be happy
To experience love
For others and myself
To want to give
To be humble
Or to prove intelligence
I am only sorry that I fed your fury
Your raging fire
You can burn me all you want
Until I disappear

You will not create that nasty fire in me
I won’t even put up a shield
I will sacrifice
I am terrified of you

Maybe this will help you

Arguments just feed you
Even though you are so often wrong
Maybe not in fact
Always
But more often in method
Acceptance of perspective

Fires are needy
Even though you think you don’t need anything

All it takes is some water
Their tears will soon be enough
Their tissues won’t even feed you

You will be smothered
My pity is not for you alone
Please stop burning others

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