Sometimes you meet
that one person that
you know you are destined
to just
bash to the ground,
hurt on purpose,
bring pain to that person's
feeble life. And when
you meet that person,
do you actually do it?
Do you really just
kill someone's soul?
Resist, resist,
says that still,
small voice.
Don't hurt, don't
hurt.
And when you do
follow that advice,
you'll find out how
nice, sweet, kind, and
caring that person was.
Your best friend.
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