No positivity radiating from your being
Just a haze of negative vibes envelop you
Yours barks bite as you’d like
But at some point you lose your sharpness
The more bites on my soul, the more my skin got tighter
Those bites were meant to destroy
But at some point, I became indestructible
Bark away at the table
But bitter scraps are all that you have left
And I need you not

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