However unintentional ' shit happens, and I am ok with that.

Provoked? Maybe'�Deserved never!

Let's get ready to throw down.

I accept your finger pointing ' You take my name-calling'�

You say you never meant to hurt me - I felt the sting of every word you hurled in my face - and I returned them'� I took aim and I fired'�a barrage of words hollowing out your heart with the impact of a cannon.

You stumble ' across the floor and your words. My roots are strong and deep, I do not waver.

Kick 'me ' draw blood ' draw tears, draw a line, it's my job to cross it.

Shut it off if you think you can - You sit there and pretend you don't hear me, lie if you must but your green eyes they tell the truth.

I stand my ground - I am stubborn and unyielding.

I plant my feet firmly in my opinion. There is a chance that maybe, you are right and I am wrong, but I wont admit it, because I have PRIDE

I have taken my flag and victoriously claimed this battle that I have won ' no it doesn't matter if I fought fair, it matters that I fought and I conquered.

You laugh as you leave 'fire can always destroy the mighty oak'� you toss the words and your bag over your shoulder as you retreat.

I win, No - you left.

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