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FixXxer

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I'm sometimes distant.
Non-existant.
Sort of missed and,
a little bit pissed.

Not enough to make me squawk,
Just enough to make me talk,
Calmed easily with a casual walk,
but beware the impassable hawk.

I miss the scent,
of an important event.
It's where I went every
time I needed to vent energy.

Pissed at small crap,
like that you wouldn't clap,
Seem more likely to slap me,
for such petty annoyances.
Can't deny when you're right.
When you put the truth in my sight.

I get over it quick,
but until then I can be quite the dick.
I allow my head to remain thick.
No regrets, kind of sick.

I'm twisted but I really care.
No desire to hurt, or be unfair.
I only give what's deserved,
That's the only way I can build the nerve.

To hurt.
To feel no remorse.
Allow pain to run its coarse,
No comfort.
No pity, I'm rather shitty..
When you deserve the hammer.

That's when you'll answer,
to my swords,
named by two strong words.
"Justice" only fights for what's right,
and has a long arm to reach.
and they say the "Truth" hurts deep.
So be careful, with your speech,
and the message your actions speak
when you're dealing with me.
 
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i like this piece. the rhyming makes it flow so easily and the glow of the emotions is thick.

well done
 
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