and stronger than me,
and hold more rage than me,
doesn't mean you always have to use it.
Learn to let go every now and then.
and maybe then you won't leave me
to ice my leg with a rock.
I hate you when you are like this,
and you're like this more and more-
it's like you always have something to prove.
And you don't know
if you keep it up,
what you are going to lose.
Because someday, soon,
I will be gone for good.
But for now,
I sit here and ice my leg with a rock.
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