January 2, 2010
By Anonymous

Humble me,humble me, before I self- destruck before I stab myself over with many pains,before it eats me up. This pride that I have is eating away my soul its nibbling at my fingers its taking control. It makes me burst out in an outrage, to my love ones it sees no faces. At the end im outraged with myself beause the damage and pain.

The author's comments:
this poem is so short but i love it any way and the poem is self explainatory.

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