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Drawing The Line

I draw the line,
And you cross it.
It's like clockwork.
I want to hurt you,
But I'm not like that.
You are indolent;
You turn lazy when
I ask you favors,
But I always jump at
The opportunity to help you out.
That's just how I am.
Perhaps if I'm more
Caring and loving,
Then it'll become contagious.
I'm wrong though.
So with arms and legs
Full of scars,
I'll hang my head and
Just leave.
I'll still draw that line
And you'll still cross it,
It's like clockwork,
And nothing will really have changed.

August 25, 2004


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Drawing The Line

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