Always played along,
Was a good sport,
Yet he wasn't shown the same courtesy by others
Then again, the more people you know,
The more problems you made end up with
Once in awhile, he has glimpses of the person he should be;
Today was one of those days
Sometimes it's a life full of notches,
some healthy, some poor
Just as there are natural thoughts that are considered sinful,
Life must, at times, be subjective
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