Life brings never-ending braves;
to the ugly chick-lings' enclaves.
But I need to preen myself;
I cannot even find beauty to pelf.
Families are crazy.
Relationships are hazy.
I cannot relate to a diadem;
Or take responsibility for them.
Strife you win, or you lose in life.
A knife with many killers is rife.
Wade the past to hew it like a weapon;
But make peace upon the swan stepping.
Slowly, moving on the metric side of the ruler,
I seek a necessary instructional dueler.
Abuse by nursery squirmy schoolers squirt.
Ridiculers can dare to take back no hurt.
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