My words use to be venom
Pouring out at the most inopportune times
Never caring who they targeted
Never worried about their victim
Until it hit me
I was the snake
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My words use to be venom
Pouring out at the most inopportune times
Never caring who they targeted
Never worried about their victim
Until it hit me
I was the snake
I love this. So short but perfectly written.
Thank you ❤️
Really true of me, too – never thinking before I speak. Well done.
Thank you ❤️