Bear me no Ill will
For I can taste your spite
Like venom, it run through your veins
Faster than your heart beats
Bear me no cruelty
For I can sense your hunger
Your lust for vengeance
Your desire for resentment
Bear me no malice
For I am your malice
And Fire cannot put out fire
-MissRoub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
