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s come in two forms, one deliberately dispenses the built up inside of you that makes you angry, the other puts sugar in their spaghetti, but what happens when you become constipated, what happens when swallowing your ego and pride to say I’m sorry results in locked up bowels, poisoning your generosity and humbleness to say I’ll be the bigger person, because you know you are wrong, what happens when that feces enters your bloodstream, and stirs up so much in your immune system that you white and red blood cells start throwing racist barbs at each other, and corona virus comes in and says nah, *** this , this mutha***a is so toxic he is hurting me, I need to go quarantine back in the lab for 14 days because that body is two weak for me like 14 days, lungs deflate, not wanting to breathe the same air it is supposed to recirculate to keep you alive, and your eyes start to hate you so ***ing much that when you look in the mirror, your reflection has its back turned towards you like grow a spine, see I learned that sometimes the people we call toxic are merely reflecting the image they see in front of them like the mirror, but we let truth fall on deaf ears, until we see ourselves walking at night and look down, just to see that your shadow has crossed the street, saying six feet please, quarantine, I do not wanna catch what you caught, its already bad enough I walk beneath you, so when we pass these street lights, I’ll just be happy not to be seen with you again, and yes, that was my shadow, filled with pure shame like the falcons when they blew a 28-3 lead, but at least birds can flap their wings and fly away, I was more leaning towards the Patriot way, deflated, stealing signs of distancing friendships while not memorizing my own playbook on how to treat others, I was merely concerned bout winning titles, and I felt I was king of the mountaintop til a Giant humbled me, except they weren’t displayed in blue jerseys, it was glass that seen my reflection walk away on the other side, see I’ve learned that I’m..I’m...I’m sorry, is not that hard to say, we’ve just programmed our digital make ups without anti virus protection so we can say its you that infected me, when in truth, logging into www dot i refuse to grow dot com, is what logged us off from the world to begin with
