You're right.

I'm wrong.

I just won't admit it.

You win.

I lose.

I just won't accept it.

I am over critical of other people to the point were I get myself all fired up, then go on a massive downer as I see my own critical self reflecting in my opinions.

In being critical of others, I am actually cursing myself for being all too human.

I see my own failings in others, and I hate myself for it.

fresh coffee

his hands

brand new oversized hoodies that are still fuzzy inside

really beautiful notebooks

Reese's

his eyes

silky slips that make you feel sexy instantly

people who smell good

cookies

cheep CDs

laundry fresh out of the dryer

his lips

Made of flesh and bone

That tears and breaks

Mortal

That eventually dies

Susceptible to disease

And many things

That is the weakness

Of I

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Grammar!