A Chip On Your ShoulderA Poem by KayI unwrapped you in a mess of leaves, sticks and mud, aggression and neglect, and saw it all - the bow on your packaging untied, naked and scratched up. First, you faked the guise of a composed puzzle; one whole, but you're just one hole with shreds of personality completely incomplete, grated fragments of a normal mind, sipping on an alcoholic confidence. But I see you sprawled in a swamp of helplessness, and my helping complex wins - regardless of how many times you bite. © 2018 KayReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 20, 2018 Last Updated on April 23, 2018 AuthorKayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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