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I am a bitter draught,
Not many can take the taste.
I’m seasoned well with grudges
And mistakes squarely faced.
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I am the truth undiluted,
No mitigating reasons offered,
Responsibility accepted,
No compensation proffered.
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There is much reason for my being,
Though I was created on a whim.
See that foolish foolish man?
He thinks my worthiness comes just from him.
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He thinks that if I pretend much harder
My pain will go away.
If I sing and dance and smile
All that counts would be his say.
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But too much work and strife, long lonesome
Hours, the years of irksome toil and duty,
Have worn me down to the hardened honest core.
I’ve no charms left, there is only truth’s beauty.
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I am the truth undiluted,
No mitigating reasons offered.
Responsibility accepted,
No compensation proffered.
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I am a bitter draught,
Not many can take the taste.
I’m seasoned well with grudges
And mistakes squarely faced.
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Bear … 02.19.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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