it begins with something small… something some of us even rather enjoy… but then it grows, and as it does…. well… it gets bad real quick.

poetry

bitter
sour
rotten
like your breath
like your skin
like your attitude
towards your friends
towards your family
towards your partners
in business
in school projects
in crime
against your neighbors
against your enemies
against
humanity
a concept you misunderstood
years ago.

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