Treasure Island

Mitchell Long

(February 22nd,1997 / Minneapolis)

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Intimidation is nothing more than self immoralised creation.
You never see ahead from always looking back.
Actions to change or take back are lack of self respect.
To be able to look at others,
You must first see yourself in a promotive aspect.
Right your faults,
Then have superiority to have a say in others thoughts.
Criminals too do not tell saints how to see Jesus within themselves.
Look above the non-sense,
And see yourself within the ones you do not like.
Change others,
By changing you.

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013

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being hurt, angry, and lacking understandment, I went off to cool down. I climbed a tree near a park. that is where i was given this poem

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