Quit


You stand before me, broken and beaten

Staring at me with eyes as bright as the sun

I stare back with a gaze as cold as ice

You swing at me

I dodge then club you in the back

You know you can’t win,

So why continue?

Is it courage,

Is it determination,

Or is it that your just to stupid

To know when to quit?

Why don’t people learn?

Is it really that hard?

Oh well

It’s their problem not mine.

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