Impression of Simplicity

By HairballAlley

Fire Breathing Monster

I get worse with age, smarter in the eyes, darker of the mind. Confidence a curse, becoming ever more certain of ways of existing.

Your blase attitude, a facade, a masquerade of sweetness, you're as sharp as a needle, that I know, but take to your time to consider, the best retort, the best attack, the best stare.

We're very much alike, but your way now takes longer and time is on my side.

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