Call it a Truce

Even out the squares

Where's the love man

Life isn't always fair, nobody calls the shots here, 

My friend, what is it that I've done wrong on this land?

Was is something that I said?

Why is this madness shattered into shed?

Believe it or not, I don't know what I've been led into

Man, what have I done to deserve this...? 

It's hard, it's so hard that my words can communticate and relate

Tell me what happened between us

Mmmm, I see now, I know how we can settle this out

But let me be the first say I'm sorry

Forgive and move on forward please

Let's put the past behind us

You're my friend, there are no competitions on this land

We shall work together through by calling it a truce

This poem is about: 
Me

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